Fall October 13, 2014October 13, 2014Fall3 Comments The voice of autumn Whispers from the swirl of leaves Carried on the breeze
Kite hangs with brown leaves
I climb to let it fly again
Beware or I’ll fall!
The quiet sukkah
Now covered with grey squirrels
Sways in the cold air
The woodsmoke drifts in
through the last open window
as apple pies cool