kittypaws
10-17-2010, 10:33 PM
Today was a day to run
Through the fading summer’s field
Of tall grasses bleached,
That pale, ash tone blonde,
From the golden rays of the sun.
Nature’s decadent display
Of a glorious dress
Seizes the reds,
Yellows and various hues
Against a canvas of blue.
The chipmunks, squirrels
And wood fairies
Scatter to and fro;
Hiding winter’s endurance,
In secret lairs among
The rustle of leaves.
The Indian fall air
Fills your lungs;
As the crisp coolness
Gives birth
To a new season.
To settle under a tree,
And become one
With the sounds
Sights and season of fall;
Until the shadows grow long.
Time is now
To be moving on.
kittypaws
Through the fading summer’s field
Of tall grasses bleached,
That pale, ash tone blonde,
From the golden rays of the sun.
Nature’s decadent display
Of a glorious dress
Seizes the reds,
Yellows and various hues
Against a canvas of blue.
The chipmunks, squirrels
And wood fairies
Scatter to and fro;
Hiding winter’s endurance,
In secret lairs among
The rustle of leaves.
The Indian fall air
Fills your lungs;
As the crisp coolness
Gives birth
To a new season.
To settle under a tree,
And become one
With the sounds
Sights and season of fall;
Until the shadows grow long.
Time is now
To be moving on.
kittypaws