A Bittersweet Time

The fall of the year is upon us

as we see the deer gazing~

past the garden full of ripening tomatoes

looking directly at me~

knowing full well, that I was following her

through the lens of my camera~

Perhaps the dying old oak tree

will provide a bit more shelter from my sight, she thinks~

Passing the goldenrod and the sunny flowers

that bow to the ground from the wind~

as the last of the roses perfume the yard

near the barn~

beyond the cold white of the zebra grasses that

soon will be white with frost and then

~'snow'~

a blanket to protect~

The past weeks have been troubling and difficult.

The fall of the year is bittersweet~

Pray for peace.

Pray for peace.

BlessYourHearts