Empty Nest

Fall. The fruit are picked.

And gone. Trees shed "tears" in grief.

Stand barren, forlorn.

What's The Rush?

So much to time to reach.

Still I am speeding there, like

a river to sea.

Before Dark

The sun goes home by

eve as Summer Falls into

the long dark Winter.

Slow Down. Yes Mom.

Heavy winter snow.
Everything slows to adjust.
Nature's life lesson.

Under the Weather

My feet are freezing.
Ears burning. Can't sleep. Curse this
cold weather sickness.