The rest are mine. I hope you enjoy them. Fruits of the Summer bottled up in glass, pumpkins will appear soon among the golden grass. Scarecrows in empty fields, standing all alone. Mothers sewing costumes for little girls and boys, anticipating Halloween and its ghostley joys.
Frosty fingers tapping at the windowpane, tell of impending days of swirling snow and rain.
Pungent smells of Autumn fill the air, smokey leaves and apples, cotton candy from the fair. Then one last swim, in the cool mossy pool, the bus taking children to the little red school. Summers last days, its so hard to let them go, but the cold wind is barking and the leaves begin to flow. One night I had a dream, it left a tale to tell. Her body bruised and battered, her wings were ripped and torn. . .