Tuesday, November 11, 2014

sprigs: Red leaf thou dost betray me



Red leaf thou dost betray me,
Summer’s pleasures now are o’er
For me no cheery fire waits
or steeping pot of tea.

I must be south for months to pass
where stronger sun will warm me
with seasons' cycle I'll return,
to flowers, heat, and grass.















































I get downright poetic out in the yard sometimes. 








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