Walking Thoughts
In the air the sweet smell of burning wood
Hardwood, maybe oak…no maple
Yea definitely the sweet tang of burnt maple
My it gets dark early, that sun just painted the horizon
So quick from blues and whites to reds and oranges
Then to black with stars a glitter
Children pack up their baseball bats and gloves
Trading them for street hockey nets and sticks
Sure sign yea, sure sign
Frost on the window one morning last week
Guess should get old car tuned up
Have to check the tires too
Leafs flutter like tired birds in flight
Land soundlessly among their own
In a kaleidoscope of color
Yea it’s time to say goodbye to summer
Time to prepare through autumn
For the long sleep of winter to come
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We had a shot of rough weather over the weekend.
Well the Dogs made it harder than usual with their antics as well.
Lovely write
TY Fee
xxxCh'erie
We are enjoying an Indian Summer here in the UK
Warm and balmy
Long may it continue..
Peter
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Makes me miss the autumns of my youth in Ohio......sigh..............
Beautiful moments reviewed of sweet summer and the time to allow the autumn its glory thank you this is beautiful.
Blessings,
Jsoelyn
Loved your poem!
Myrna
Lol!!
Love Tinka
Susan
love,
susan
Well done -- autumn's blessings are here.
Hugs,
CJ
Enjoyed all the elements of Autumn in this!
Micke Jinks
and this write of yours sets the mood, the preperation, and atmosphere of such a lovely time.........ty for this one pax A
You've captured the essence of autumn; I think I like the
verse about the leaves best, but every verse is special.
You've put me in a mellow autumn mood.
Connie