A fall front fell from continental high
spread cross the land of big sky.
Rattling windows ere she went,
They call her Mariah on the Great Plains;
Time to caulk up the cracks in humble abodes.
For the chill wind announces the coming of death,
All must scurry and gather food fore the frost.
Indian summer with its crisp, clean air,
These days of plenty so soon will be gone,
Gird its loins for coming winter and hunker down;
When all is well and everyone snug in their homes;
Prairie Sunset © Duke LaRance
It's that time of year again when we 11/3/16