As Harvest comes before you know
The moon casts its golden glow as you see
The leaves full of color to dance the way
as you walk through and enjoy the scene
Children laugh at the carved pumpkins
glowing by the candles bring you a smile
Then pumpkin pies will be made from these
the smell of them is on a passing breeze
Apples are ready to be picked from the trees
Seeing them piled in the baskets is a joy
The apple crisp will be made from these
the smell of them is on a passing breeze
The ripe harvest in the fields can be fun
and you catch the delighted smell of cooking
pies and apple crisp in a breezing evening!
The photo of pumpkins by wishymom
and the photo of apples by jellybeanjill13
3 comments:
I am glad you joined vlogland. I look forward to seeing more of your posts. Those are beautiful fall pictures you put up on your blogspot! :-)
Thank you, Jaymie!
Soothing poem transforming into fall/winter season, beautiful!
Yellow, red and orange leaves all over and orange pumpkins showing up on pastures are the best part of this season.
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