It's too soon! I'm not ready for Autumn to leave me. I haven't made pumpkin pie, I haven't raked up all the leaves, my eyes haven't seen enough of the glorious colors, I haven't walked in the woods enough, I haven't done this.....I haven't done that....I haven't.....
The bittersweet never made it into the vase on my kitchen windowsill.
So many berries dried on the vines.
Leaves are still accumulating on the bridges...
although a few have been captured in the birdbath.
The water is still flowing freely through the culvert. I know because I hung my head upside down over the end to see. See?
The woods are still keeping watch for me....
with the help of cat tails who peer over the top of dried grasses and shrubs. They're holding on to Autumn as long as they can, but the woods and I fear it is to no avail. Winter, bless her blustery heart, is on her way. (Please don't tell Autumn, but I actually l.o.v.e. Winter as well.)
But, really, it's too soon for Autumn to leave me.
