” The garden glows of brittle bronze,
While purple leaves bog shores of ponds.
The holly hocks bend sadly, down;
“Neath swaying trees, vermilion crowned.
The grassy field once waved in jade; now dances golden, sun arrayed.
The watching forest standing by,
reflects great rainbows to the sky.”
Copyright @1980 Margaret Marie
Savor each memory with great hunger as the seasons pass so quickly, let each beautiful moment write a song on your heart that will be sung for all time!!