Frost on the pumpkin
last night.
'Tis the season of
woolly socks and flip-flops.
"The hazy, cloudless skies of Indian
Summer.
Leaves scurrying down the street before the
wind.
The cold shiver from an arctic blast.
Indian Summer. The last warmth of the sun.
Chilly mornings and glorious warm
afternoons.
The Harvest Moon. The Hunter's Moon. The Rainy
Season.
Dry corn stalks clattering in the wind.
The touch of frost on grass and window
pane.
The smell of burning leaves."
~ Keith C. Heidorn
10 comments:
"Tis the season of woolly socks and flip flops"!!! Sounds like a Southern California fall!!! Now that we've moved to Eastern Sierras...it's mostly just wooly socks in Fall!!!
This is truly an autumn poem. So nice. It makes me feel like putting on a sweater and shuffling through fallen leaves. Thanks for posting!
Lovely ! It was sunny but fresh and chilly here today . We were out cleaning up more of the gardens , cutting up wood and playing ball with our Miggs ! Now we are all fresh aired out lol ! Thanks for sharing ! Have a good evening !
Jo
First frost?
Everything moves too fast x
I been putting cozy blankets on the beds. Sure don't want to turn the heat on yet.
Jo, I saw a thin frost on the roofs last week. Today has been very cold. I hope you are doing well. I've missed visiting your blog. Sorry, I am forgetful some times. xoxo,Susie
I'm half way between wooly socks and flip flops! No frost here in VA yet.
Love your frosty photo.
We haven't had our first frost yet, but it's coming soon! Nice poem, Jo! :-)
I found your blog via Going Gently. I am really appreciating this taste of "home'.
We are now getting more interesting, colorful leaves. I am watching for red ones to fall.
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