Fall

A chill wind drifts 

through the forest.

The trees shiver

 and shed their leaves.

Pumpkin spice lattes

rouse the taste buds.

High school football

on a Friday evening.

Early evening sunsets

bathed in gold.

Sweaters and wool caps

the order of the day.

A chill wind drifts

through the forest.

Mother nature sighs

anticipating change. 

--Ken Ferguson--

Artista di Parole