Fall
The morning sun rises.
The very first drop of golden light peers over
the misty mountain top and floods my room with light.
Birds singing peacefully.
Squirrels gathering food for the winter.
And I, sitting, thinking, writing about it all.
This is fall.
Copyright © Jamie Pomerleau | Year Posted 2007
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