September
Aug 31, 2018 · 1 min read
As days pass by
so does the light
this evening the wind is blowing
the needles of the pines sway
marigolds bloom a bold orange and appear to stay
redbud tree smiles as rich green hearts wave
stone pond waterfalls flows and sings its gurgling sound
butterflies visit the blooms outside my window and around
pink blossoms quake in the wind — the crepe myrtles have been crowned again
white — gray clouds gently pass the September blue sky
the garden begins to rest
as the days pass by
