Waiting on the words
to do their usual tumble,
I will find instead
a pocketful of golden
leaves, and some scarlet berries.
1. Farm friends and farm crew.
2. Bringing the season to a close. Moving on to a new Season.
3. Yellow carpet of leaves
4. The observations of a six-year-old. This morning: “Fred’s legs aren’t made like ours are. It seems like his knees come out of the backs of his legs.”
5. The light at the end of the tunnel. It’s there, even when I can’t quite make it out in the distance.
May we walk in Beauty!