For those
who long to
free
fall
do not forget
the landing is costly
For those
who long to
free
fall
do not forget
the landing is costly
Wordless Wednesday a day late.
Summer
has grown heavy
and dropped from its stem.
The sun sleeps in
a little longer,
leaves the party a bit earlier.
Last night
felt almost like fall
while today is
crisp and sunny.
The leaves are still green
but a shade paler;
chlorophyll
begins to recede.
Time
to change.
Welcome back,
my dearest Autumn.
“The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.” ― Henry Beston