Thursday, October 25, 2012


Clip the last summer blossoms.
Take down the blue
Glass hummingbird feeders.
Tonight a cold front,
Maybe a freeze.
Rain is falling,
Wind blowing,
Winter hovers near;
Tries to frighten me, but
Each season has its own beauty
I love them all.
Come on!

1 comment:

  1. Love this, Elece -- the photo and the poem both. Yes, indeed, each season has its own beauty.