Today’s word is “atweel” ... uh-tweel ... surely. (Dictionary.com)
Brrr
Squirrels are pinning,
For warmer days,
With happier sunbeams,
In which to play.
As shadows lengthen,
Atweel, it is true,
The trees will still grow,
The sky remain blue,
But leaves will be changing,
The chill will set in,
And we’ll sit by the fire,
Blankets up to our chins.
Anne Selleck
Copyright 2018
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