The Icelandic Canadian - 01.11.2006, Blaðsíða 35

Vol. 60 #3
THE ICELANDIC CANADIAN
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In Autumn -
yellow leaves on enduring birch
droop to their fall
stealthily stealing away the tree's
fading shade.
Kids embrace, rains to face.
Ravens in night attire
encircle the deepening coolness
and usher in the rapid river's
freezeup.
Huddling parkas scurry the streets
and the snow flies...
Tiny flurries of tatting lace
crouch together
silently covering the earth with a
glistening mantle.
Kids delight, raw winds bite.
Ghosts of cold
hover about the gripping chill
as dancing lights sweep their awesome flight
beyond.
The setting sun darkens the streets
then suddenly disappears in flames on the horizon
in Winter.