The Dogwood’s have gone to sleep, With the Oaks close behind. The Azaleas will retain their green, As the Poplars do not mind. Jasmine blooms are finished now, While the Rose blossoms have slowed. One by one the forest trees prepare for an early Winter’s...
Shadows dance within the forest trees, As Autumn comes to remove their leaves. Pine trees sway in the highest breeze, Cones begin falling at my feet. The air’s turned chilly this early morn, Summer’s passed, it’s welcome worn. This new season is my...
