SIGNS OF FALL

I love the days when the sky is blue
And the sun is warm and not strong,
When the leaves fall from the trees
And scurry along with a gentle breeze.

I love to see the birds gather together
Ready to fly south what’re the weather,
Or eating at the feeder a last meal
Ready for their tiring, long ordeal.

I love the lake when the waves break high,
And it looks much bluer than the sky.
See the small animals in frenzied haste,
Storing their supply, no time to waste.

I love to see the harvest safely gathered in,
Rich earth plowed ready for growth to begin.
Then in the cool of the evening, to smell
Log fires burning, it’s fall I can tell.

M Ann Margetson November 5, 1999 ©
99POMES/Signs (nature)

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