Colors of Fall

 The frost is beginning to lay and there is a chill in the air.

I can feel the suns warmth waning with each precious day.

I hear the crickets sing their song of sorrow as Summer passes slowly away.

Its time to stoke the fire and cut new wood because Fall is upon us and Winters not far astray.

Lets take in the harvest and can the preserves.

The hay needs a stacking so lets get to work.

As I start my work I look about the land and what do I see, the world is ablaze with this years colors of fall.

Its red , yellow , gold with Natures delight.

I am in awe oh what a sight.

Its so beautiful within Gods handiwork.

Smell the air with this seasons smoke it fills the air with Poplar, Elm and Oak.

Watch how it curls around the chimney as steadfast as a Mothers embrace.

Stir the molasses the steams arising, smell this years sweetness out on the horizon.

Its time to start the tanning and gathering in the poke, oh how we laughed at little Roys joke.

Resin up the bow its time to fiddle, oh what the heck lets play a little.

Kick up those heels oh what a delight lets enjoy this Indian Summers last flicker of light.