The leaves are rustling
The milo is its beautiful rusty red
The soybeans have lost their leaves and
are hanging there patiently awaiting harvest.
There's a nip in the air
A skip in my step
A scattering of fog rising from the ponds in the mornings
It's so like my childhood hometown weather.
Oh, Gerry!
Oh, Chautauqua County!
How I miss you at this time of year.
Reminds me of the seasons of our lives.
No season is ever the same.
Wait awhile and it WILL change
Nothing is forever,
thank goodness!
I thank God for the EVER changing landscape,
for his NEVER ending, NEVER changing love.
Yea Janet! You will have so much fun with this! Love it! Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteI should have known you would be a writer, and a very good one at that! You are so talented!
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