The older I get, the more the four seasons fly by in a flash,
to such an extent that, during a recent, short trip on a
swing, summer's silky, green leaves morphed into
burning corals of bling!
But the skies are still blue,
and the sun is still bright,
and the pretties still bloom
in fall's midmorning light.
I trust, soon enough, cool gusts will whisper
to me autumn's secret recipe, particularly, how
it stirs that crisp, morning air with such flair
to create a mood that doesn't compare with
any other season - not even spring's.
Until then,
the skies are still blue,
and the sun is still bright,
and the pretties still bloom
in fall's midmorning light.
Wishing you all a very
Happy Wednesday,
and a wonderful week!
Sharing at:
