Slowing of the season,
Autumn breezes dust my face
With the drying leaves
Of slowing crops;
Production takes a lesser pace.
Tangled vines
And cooling days
Evidence the summer's grace;
Earth giving forth,
In each season, its due.
God's bountiful provision,
My reflection in
The season's change.
A.D.W. 2009 | 
September 15, 2009 - Just "Blog-hopping"
Love your blog, we too once lived in the desert (high desert) in Nevada. Keep writing ~ love the poetry!
~Shirley