August morning

The woods are sparkling With yesterday’s rain. Silver And deep emerald shades. Clouds move in, and silver Fades, replaced With russet red and crimson, With tangerine and lime. Lines of charcoal black. The bird feeder hangs empty, Reminding me There are things to do. The woods are sparkling with yesterday’s rain Deep shades of Emerald and Silver. Clouds move in and silver fades Allowing other … Continue reading August morning