Heading out

Humming birds have left... The morning air Is fresh and crisp,Dawn comes laterFull of mist.Flocks of birdsAre stopping byTo take a snackThen off they fly.A shade of rustIt paints the landTrees soon nakedAll will stand.Leaves are flyingAll aroundWoodchucks soonWill go to ground.My friends are leavingOne by oneSo ends the SeasonOf the Sun.But yetA brave marigoldSeems … Continue reading Heading out