Thoughts of Fall

Fog in the mornings,

Cool moist breezes against one’s cheek.

Baggy sweater resists the chill,

Colored leaves crunch underfoot.

Early evening sunsets,

Blazing red and gold on the horizon.

Warm cocoa in a comfy chair,

Crackling fire in the hearth.

Extra blanket on the bed,

Warm woolly jammas between the sheets.

Fuzzy slippers on icy floors,

Fresh brewed coffee greets the morn.

Thanksgiving dinner prepared,

Family and friends around the table.

Prayers of gratitude proffered,

Love and joy carry the day.

--Ken Ferguson--

Artista di Parole