Sunday, October 5, 2014

A Poem

"Come little leaves,"
Said the wind one day.
"Come down to the meadow
And we shall play.
Put on your dresses  
Of red and gold,
For summer is past
And the days grow cold."

Dancing and leaping 
The leaves went along,
Until winter called them
To end their sweet song.
Soon, fast asleep
In their earthly beds
The snow lay a coverlet
Over their heads.

~Author Unknown~

Nope, not ready for snow but I am always so in awe of those Fall colors.  These are photos I took and shared a few years ago.