Curried carrot soup in the crock pot
Peach berry crisp bubbling in the oven
This is my morning
Its sixty four degrees and perfect weather
To watch the geese come in
For a spectacular landing over the pond
But that is not where my heart is
I am blind as autumn guides me through
The rituals of raking and baking
Buying squash at the market
Pinching off the mums that are wilting
Because I don’t have enough sun in my yard
I don’t have enough sun in my life
It is all a facade when there are no
Mouths to feed and no laughter kicking
Up the leaves
That was my yesterday
Little jean jackets, mischievous smiles
I brace myself for the cold
That never fails to surprise me
Half way through October
Even though it’s never left
Since you did
~
It’s Open Link Night at dVerse , an opportunity to share anything, but when Marina Sofia mentioned Fall, this one evolved quickly.
mishunderstood 