I realize that on the other side of fall winter looms. Nonetheless, I'm ready for mums in bloom, pumpkins on the stoop, and a harvest moon. Here's a poem I wrote in contemplation of autumn.
Meditation Walk
leaves crunch underfoot
acorns plunk, squirrels rustle
wrestle nuts to hide as
mockingbirds cackle
German shepherds behind fences
growl warnings as I pass
calm, tranquil, I stride the
neighborhood route
mindful of peace
aware of nature’s din
I can't imagine starting in the 60s and ending in the 90s. Way too much adjustment!
ReplyDeleteI can't wait for fall. I cherish those three days here in Texas between summer and winter!
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We're getting the same here - chilly starts, warming up, chilly afternoons and evenings. Leaves are already on the ground, and the river looks like glass. It is a stunning time of year!
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