Tuesday, September 29, 2009

A poem by Fi...

Fall fall whispers the crickets
Fall fall cries the scarlet leaves as they scrap against the bark of trees
Fall fall cries the late Morning Glories as they slowly close
Fall fall whistles the wind as it blows through the trees creating an endless tomb


Mama Peep said...


Paula said...


MOM #1 said...

Wonderful! I also love the photo. We don't get Fall here.

Our seasons are Hot & Dry followed by Cold & Wet.

Pick one.

Neither involve beautiful colored leaves.