When
Mother Nature
dresses up,
and
her frosty veil
is
laced on the grass,
seasons morph,
leaving
scraps of summer
to be
remembered
as
we slip
into winter
and crusty leaves
Mother Nature
dresses up,
and
her frosty veil
is
laced on the grass,
seasons morph,
leaving
scraps of summer
to be
remembered
as
we slip
into winter
and crusty leaves
melt
into
eternal frost.
eternal frost.
1 comment:
Frosty veil...pphhfffffttttt! Uck! Yuck! It's to early for this already. You can tell I am beginning to mend when I can complain about winter coming. I wish I could knit - I'm going to need some wool socks this year.
Miss You Miss Mallory and can't wait until we get together again.
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