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Crystal clear night sky.
Stars and moon shining brightly,
Fields turn green to silver,
Millions of tiny diamonds,
Sparkle in the early morning light,

Summer over, swallows gone.
Starlings arrive en mass;
Form large black clouds,
That dance in the evening sky,
Like an avian corps de ballet.

The wind has changed.
Geese fly over calling ,
“This way, the lake is this way”.
They are just visiting us
For their winter vacation

Animals in hiding.
In burrows and nests.
Stocked up with food
For the long duration,
Of cold, intemperate nights.

Early morning, sun rises.
Bringing only light.
No longer warming the air.
Battling with the north wind,
For climatic supremacy.