Southward by Raymond A. Foss
Their honks and squeaks called her, caused her she raised her head skyward from north to south they passed over our line of sight urging each other for the long journey the quest for warmer environs leaving us behind, in the cold getting ready for the coming frost, the shortening of the days, the cold that will grip the land all too soon Still warm today, yesterday, despite the fall chill in the air, sun yet renewing before the failing of the light in winter Revel in the warm sunlight, cut the shrubs, tend the garden, clear away the fall leaves prepare the land for the change of seasons enjoy the day while we can
October 15, 2006 14:09
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