More on Autumn

I know you probably get tired of my reflections on fall, but it's just blowing my mind with its beauty right now. Sometimes as I'm walking down the street I'm almost overwhelmed with how pretty the trees, and consequently, the sidewalks, are! The leaves are getting to full color right now. It's gorgeous.  Like a fairy tale.

Today I raked some leaves, bought some pumpkins and some bulbs, and listened to the geese fly south. It reminded me of a poem and I wanted to share it with you guys, followed by some pictures I've taken recently. If you're not into poetry, don't worry, this is the first time I've shared a poem on here and it probably won't happen much more!

Something told the wild geese

by Rachel Field

Something told the wild geese

It was time to go.

Though the fields lay golden

Something whispered - "Snow."

Leaves were green and stirring,

Berries, luster glossed,

But beneath warm feathers,

Something cautioned - "Frost."
All the sagging orchards

Steamed with amber spice,

But each wild breast stiffened

At remembered ice.

Something told the wild geese

It was time to fly, -

Summer sun was on their wings,

Winter in their cry.