Cricket Song Farm

Cricket Song Farm

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Fall Leaves

 Last week after I returned to Roosevelt, I ventured out our front gate

 and walked about a hundred yards to the neighbor's lane.

  golden yellow leaves crunched under my feet
the smell of fall waifed around my head
the crisp breeze gently rearranged the earth's golden carpet
and whispered in my ear that winter is on it's way

Fall is my favorite time of year

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