BY DAN DAVIDSON
There are signs of seasons changing
that we all can recognize:
falling leaves and boarded windows,
filled with plywood cut to size.??Hotels close and shops cut hours
and the RV parks shut down,
and the last canoing Germans
take their tours around the town.??But the icing on the season’s
when the snow comes down to stay;
puddles frozen in the morning
that remain that way all day.??And when slush forms in the river
we know what that’s all about,
’cause we know that winter’s coming
when they pull the ferry out.