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LATE IN OCTOBER

It’s late in October
And autumn is over.
The snow is beginning to fall.
The first little flurry
Can turn in a hurry,
Becoming a blizzard or squall.

If I were a goose
In the snow-covered spruce
I would take to the south on the wing.
If I were a bear
I’d repair to my lair
And would hibernate there until spring.

Saranac Lake, New York, 1996