and left a crystal calling card,
white kissed grass met morning light.
So it's not really that hard
to be unsurprised at the ice on my windshield.
Father Frost came to visit last night,
He really didn't say much at all,
Just a note to let us know what season's in sight,
Not to get too comfy with this lovely fall -
Mother Winter will be coming soon.
Father Frost came to visit last night --
There will be snow on the mountain before too long,
And maybe snow in the valley, cold and white,
While the wild geese, in their vees, sing a sad song.
Yes, the season is changing.
We did get our first frost last night. I hear the area where I used to live in Utah may be getting snow. And so the year turns.
