The morning is bright with cool crisp air
The sun shines briefly on Gaia's hair
Warmed by the glowing of light she smiles
Happily shrouded in warmth a while
Geese honk from their gatherings on high
Moving towards the warm southern sky
The small birds forage flutter and cheep
They know the winter snow will be deep
Squirrels quite busy gathering nuts
Burying them in their hand dug ruts
Deer see corn in fields fully ripened
They only desire a small stipend
Fall has confirmed its colorful fame
Turning the leaves of trees into flame
I love the fall and all that it brings
September in Minnesota sings!
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I See Through
PoetryPoetic musings of Barry Tudor on life and introspection. A journey of a motorcycling American poet lost in the midst of his own country. Hellish past. Glorious present.
