Harvest – Poem!

And as the first crisp, curled brown leafShakes down from every summer tree,To the heavens my glad heart leaps,For autumn’s rich bounty, my eyes see.When the ripe pink and red apples blush -Swollen tawny pears dangle and sway,Then, to the fruit trees I will rush,With my basket, I shall pick away!And when the harvest has

Splat – An Autumn Tale!

4mins A flock of pigeons flew across the autumn sky flashing flecks of charcoal and white. Walter sat on the bench wondering if it was such a good idea given the close proximity to the trees where the birds nested. But he liked the bench, it caught the sun even during the frigid days of

Summer’s End – Poem

Many a summer has this house seenmany a moon hath come and beenlittle houses huddled together in all kinds of sunshine weather -till the first crisp brown leavesflutters from the trees.Farewell to the ding dongof ice cream van song,adieu to the tap, claphop, skip of young feeton hot pavementshaving fun under a warming sun.Many a