Where've you been?
Mom wanted me to finish my eggs before she'd let me out.
The winds are beginning to blow.
Too early for snow.
But in the woods can be seen maybe a buck, a doe.
Soon the leaves will fall
Winter will call.
Mom waits at the door wearing her shawl.
It will be quiet at night.
A few bats in sight.
We'll sit around the campfire, staring at the light.
Winter is coming.
After Thanksgiving, it'll come running.
I guess no more days out sunning.
Bundle up my friends.
Summer seems to have come to an end.