"Be wary!"

Tomorrow we will wake up in a different world.
The weather men are predicting the first frost of the season.
Can we already be there?
Combines are pushing their limits, burning fossil fuels, raising dust into the Midwestern evening.
Men seasoned on worry will be up late, racing.
Trying to empty the fields before Jack Frost can take their yields.
The trees are lingering green.
I want to warn them: "Be wary!"
For by the time the sun rises to paint the morning sky, your colors will have changed.
Pledging death to a dead and dying regime.
Turning coats to raise the banners of fall.
The hints have been coming for a while now.
And those of us who have memory have recalled the darker days that loom ahead.
5:00 sundown will leave the wanderers cold and alone.
Fighting to sustain their body temperature.
Hoping to make it until morning.
Tonight will be the first night.
Tomorrow will be the second.
The winter will soon be arrive to wrap the fields in blankets of white.
Burying us until the spring thaw.
Stack the wood and horde the matches.
It is nearly time to wait.