#336

Busy day ahead,
An intro to the season.
Shopping, caroling.

#335

A thin film of ice
Now covers the pond's surface,
And the ducks fall through.

#334

An old black and white
Speaks across generations,
And still brings us thrills.

#333

The ducks have returned,
Though the pond started to freeze.
Why don't they fly south?

#332

Dreary afternoons
Make blankets more appealing
Under cloud cover.

#331

Gathered family
After many weeks apart
Is a splendid sight.

#330

The first cold flurries,

Accompanied by harsh wind,

Approached from the West.