Think fall and that is what I wrote about today. Just some of the simple pleasures that come with the autumnal bliss. Enjoy, Dear Readers!
Ashes to Earth
Ashes to earth, the loamy earth calling,
With aromas of earth and sky calling.
Songs of musky damp leaves that mottle the landscape,
Or the distant warmth cooking of apple cider calling.
What do you know of the autumnal wastes,
As the world slowly dies, is still calling.
With spicy cinnamon or tangy pumpkin,
Nestled within all thing edible and calling.
What do you think of this season of diminishing,
Both beautiful and desecrated calling.