poem of the day October 28  

After so many

so called 

famous psychics 

had all failed

in fortune telling 

No one was left 

to divine 

the meaning

hidden within 

the autumn leaves

that covered 

the road in

all sorts of seemingly

consequential colors

Until an old New Englander

who happened to

be passing by

Walked through 

the vivid patterns

over and over

making no sound

Until after a while

she announced to all

"Winter is coming!"