POETRY THURSDAY
I love cool weather. Cool weather with sunshine. Warm enough to be outside, but cool enough to warrant a sweater. Leaves dropping to lie in scuffilicious piles. Clouds meandering like sky sheep, grazing over the blue. Flags snapping lazily in the barest of breezes. Heavy laden fruit trees. Haybales glowing in the sunshine. The delicious anticipation of the autumn leaves turning to flame. CYCLE by Elizabeth Slaughter-Ek There is good in every thing, When the wind begins to sing, The pumpkin grows and your breath shows The scent of cider in your nose. There is good in every time. The...