Dennis says: "I am satisfied with this, but open to suggestion."
Sights of the Season
The clouds are gauze.
Geese honk sad and long,
overhead, but out of sight.
Dried leaves underfoot
answer from weary soles
along the garden path.
As vees wave goodbye
to another Autumn,
they drag the last of blue
from the skies and fade,
families leaving
on vacation.
Sights of the Season
The clouds are gauze.
Geese honk sad and long,
overhead, but out of sight.
Dried leaves underfoot
answer from weary soles
along the garden path.
As vees wave goodbye
to another Autumn,
they drag the last of blue
from the skies and fade,
families leaving
on vacation.