Autumn Is Here Again

The leaves are falling from the trees, releasing their hold overhead,turning, twisting , fluttering to the ground. Seeking their winter ,earthly bed.

The harvest is over and safely housed

and the open fields are quite bare, except for weeds and dry grasses,making homes for the little hare.

Insects go in hiding from the birds and the grasshopper fails to leap. The redhead pecks a hole in a tree to store food for his winter keep.

The flowers are still holding their one, with lustrous colors of Spring. Only to wither and fade away when Jack Frost comes and drops his sting.


Sense and Nonsense In Poetry
By Willis L. Tackette