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.