From my view upon
the hilltop trees carouse
upon the wind,
shoreline overrun
by the clash of waves.
Campers seek shelter,
any hideaway
from early winter flakes
summer departing?
Winter muscling in?
Reason advises us
to stay and face truth,
clouds shuffling in a
parade of clumps
day not done, for better
or worse on this occasion.
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Reason advises to stay and face truth, nice poem, nice expression.