May the merry bells keep ringing, Happy Holiday's to you.

The sun is shining
The leaves are swaying
The television just started to blare

(I can hear: Rachel Ray, Rolf having a bowl of cereal,
and d'Oghy asking for a walk.)

There are birds on the lake,
beyond stubborn golden leaves.
A construction sign is partially in
view on the path leading to the bridge.

It's a new bridge, and I like to imagine that I might say:

"Yes, the new bridge we had installed in our backyard does have a mission style to it."