Abstract
Winter Solstice Dawn emerges and fills this valley. Once green leaves on the tree by the road have fallen to a crunchy brown. Thin rain drips from cool, gray autumn clouds. Muted days follow mornings like this. A distant wind whispers winter's cold. Last night's dew is today's frost. Mountain tops hide in a shroud of fog. A brave squirrel searches for winter's food. Birds sing, afraid their voices will freeze some upcoming morning and be silenced until spring. Soon the squirrel scurries home to its mate. Birds sing in whispers then drift offto sleep. Brilliant blues and purples wash the day from the sky. I listen to the wind and wonder how this valley will look tomorrow when the sun and I arise . . . one day closer to winter. -Susan J. Mitchell 60 ...
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