Sunday, October 26, 2008

Fall




Fall


Dark foggy mornings, and short cool nights.

Fall's in the making, and what beautiful sights.

Breathing out misty vapor, as they play in the leaves.

Summer has left us, with its warm gentle breeze.

Bundled and snug, in the warm fluffy clothes.

children's giggles and laughter, warms the heart most.

What more could be asked than moments like these.

No riches could buy, nor anything be.

as precious and sweet, as my Fall memories

2 comments:

Heidi Zawisza said...

I love this poem! Happy Fall!

Stacy said...

Lovely poem, Mr. Daddy. :) I love the Fall, too.