Watching the watcher The squirrel scurries away For a better view
Watching the watcher The squirrel scurries away For a better view
To be continued Another bump in the road It will be okay
You will be missed.
As the crickets sing Thunder rumbles through the sky and the green leaves blush
Clicking needles work Stretching yarn into patterns Knitting addiction
I learned my first stitch Slippery knitting needles As the first leaves blush
Fall colors arrive with thunder and gentle rain as green fades away
Bright red leaves appear Colored leaves twist in the wind Lining streets with gold
Morning light dances As the spider spin her web Opening my eyes
I gaze on red leaves As crickets sing of autumn In the cool night breeze
The rising tide 