With the fading light goes warmth.
On vacation for the winter.
Gone South
with the birds.
Instead of following the birds,
Follow the cat.
He knows the warmest spot
In the house.
gratitude for my cat who keeps my feet warm
Nature
Dancing in Fall
The sky invites
The sycamores to dance.
Bare branches
Bend and sway
Curtsying to one another
In proper fashion.
Meanwhile the leaves have flown.
They turn up around back
Loitering by the steps,
Rabble rousing and doing their wild dances…
Waiting for the night wind
to whisk them away.
Thankful that the leaves in the country just blow away…
Solitude
Never one to fear solitude or think of it as lonely,
she relishes alone-time.
The flowers and trees of the nearby fields
tell her their secrets.
Grateful for solitude, she turns off the radio to hear the quiet.
the circle of life 