The November wind falls over the islands, and again, the river is theirs and theirs alone
The true river rats that call this their home

The tourists have all left, and the summertime islanders are boarded up and gone
The snowbirds have all flown south, and the deer are on the run

The foliage has now turned, creating portraits with brilliant hues of color across the shoreline
Flocks of ducks and geese sound their way through the mid-day sky as if trying to say goodbye

Jackets buttoned up tight to keep warm from the cool fall breeze before the winter freeze
Freshly fallen leaves lay across covered lawns
Oranges, reds, yellows, and browns
Beautiful landscapes laid out all over town

Apple cider and a deer backstrap
Who could ask for anything more than that
Cool Autumn nights with the moon shining bright
The briskness of the air and millions of stars light the night

Autumn on the St Lawrence River isn't just a season; it's also a feeling that you feel
As you sit back in comfort with wood smoke in the air, feeling thankful for all that's real
Home is where the heart is, and that could never be more true
For all the true river rats that remain there and see the winter through

11/06/2024

Posted on 11/06/2024
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