Autumn Calls

Autumn calls and Summers almost gone now the lawn is adorned with acorns. The smell of hay upon the field's breeze brings reflection time, with such ease. Pumpkins being taken from their drying vines and children's laughter calling out it's harvest time. Gourds and corn stalks piled in a row, headed for the market on Old Pine Grove Rd. The smell of cider simmering at the end of the day's sun shine and waiting for the marsh mellows and graham crackers stuffed with chocolate, to be roasted over an open fire. Drapped in sweaters to keep warm how my heart glows with happiness that another colorful season has been born.