Enjoy My Colors
Contributed by Fred Glover
Don’t ya just love this time of the year?
The air is so fresh and crisp; like biting into a
Cold apple. The birch is sporting every shade
Of gold and yellow that nature has to offer, as
If to shout; look at me! enjoy my colors while
You can, the end is nigh. The pungent smell of death and decay. The forest floor is covered by
Fallen leaves moldering on the ground. The wild
Flowers have hung there once proud beauty,
As if to stare at their ultimate destiny.
Winter’s child is waiting to be born.
Don’t ya just love this time of the year?
