There's a chill in the air that can't be denied,
run shivers on skin that clothes do not hide.
Gone are the days of bare skinned pride,
Damp dark on the sky of a summer grayed,
Trees starkly stripped of their colorful garb,
Foreboding thoughts cross the mind,
Light a warm fire to drive out the chill.
Kiss your grand child's rosy cold cheek,
Hot sun will be back out again next week,
Naked Trees © Debby Ray
A reminder that feeling that chill that comes on 10/29/17