A poem for fall
– I Know When Autumn’s Coming –
Summer’s crawling ivy across the gray brick wall,
has turned a russet red, a flag of coming fall.
The cat gets closer now when sleeping on the bed.
The birds are slower too, so fast cat is well fed.
Crickets have stopped their call, and swallows south have gone.
There’s fireflies at dusk, and new spun webs at dawn (…) Read more