Tuesday, October 21, 2008

fall morning

The air is crisp, the sun is out
birds are calling out to migrate south.
Sibling laughter and teasing too
pretending to drive, sliding, peekaboo.
The smell of fall lifting my mood
As I say a silent prayer of gratitude.

1 comment:

Miraz said...

Did you actually compose this? Must say, its super nice !