#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.

#329

A cold rain at night
Freezes in cold morning wind.
First bite of winter.

#328

It is important
To take time out and reflect.
Happy Thanksgiving.

#327

The sun sets too soon,
And the days feel much too short.
The nature of Fall.

#326

After a long day,
It's nice to sit in silence,
Sipping a cool drink.

#325

The geese have gathered,
Flying in from the far north,
Settling on our pond.

#324

A foggy morning,
Thick, gray, chilly, and quiet,
In mid November.

#323

The water's surface
Is calm, just like a mirror,
And reflects the sky.

#322

A long day ahead;
I try to face it with zeal.
The Feast is coming.

#321

A night of romance,
A regency love story,
A night with Austen.

#320

With a to-do list,
Are tasks easier or worse?
It's hard to decide.

#319

Getting a good deal
Makes the chest swell with fierce pride.
Saving money's great!

#318

Days off are lessened
When one works for one's true love
And does not get paid.

#317

The cold makes things dry.
There's a modern solution:
Humidifier.

#316

A warm cup of tea
That tastes like sugar cookies.
Tis the holidays!

#315

A washed out green-grey
Formed by heaven years ago,
Moldavite: space glass.

#314

The lingering smell
Of a crackling camp fire,
Chatter and laughter.

#313

A sigh of relief
Spread across the USA.
Barack Obama!

#312

Americans vote
To help determine their fate
For another term.

#311

Remember the 5th,
So the rhyme tells us to do,
Thanks to a movie.

#310

The weather's grown cold-
Too cold and bitter for me!
Has winter come soon?

#309

It's far too easy
To lose track of one's days.
I feel lost in time.

#308

The Day of the Dead
Has many names in many tongues,
But always holy.

#307

A forgotten day,
Once political and holy,
Is All Hallow's Day.