Seasonal jubilee flows crisp from this quill, Jen...fall is my favorite time of year...it's good for the complexion...and I am winter's child...catching snowflakes on black velvet and looking at them through a magnifying glass shows how no two are the same, metaphorically, same said of us...to preserve color and longevity of fall leaves, place them on a towel, cover them with wax paper and place another towel over the top, and then iron them on a warm setting...it preserves Autumn, your poem...be well, Jen...Blessed Be.

Warmly,
Sage

Most refeshing Jen, love Holly

The seasons thru the mastery of your pen. As usual, you had me cartivated and wanting this work to never end.
thanks and very best wishes
Chris

what a great 'change of season' write you've given us.

thanks,
dan

But my Yard looks so pretty when the snow covers all those cars and beer cans out there.

Walt

what a seasonal journey (ending in spring of course.) True nature poetry of such simplicity and beauty almost oriental. Hard to imagine people in this complex world seeing so purely--glad you still can!

Jen,

This. Is. Beautiful. Autumn and Winter are my favorite times of year.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

So beautiful Jen, I think you are in a perpetual state of "Spring"