AUTUMN SPLENDOR

Autumn...dear Autumn...how I love thee...days with warmth...and skies of blue...fields now scattered with the glow of goldenrod... the brown faces of sunflowers cast up towards the sun...morning songbirds have vacated, left behind are the birds of black... the faint hoot of an owl
is heard deep in the wood...squirrels are busily stockpiling their winter fare...

flowers are bidding a fond farewell...

their brilliance fades with each passing day...

their job is complete...

the torch has been passed...it is now the season of "pumpkin moonshine" and all things that go bump in the night...