This Season’s Coolest and Crispest Morning Yet

Sunday sonnet

A cool crisp breeze just carried me away. It rained last night. The temperature dropped. The colors look so bright out here today. The shadows long and sharp where sunlight stopped.

Brown pine cones dry so high up in the trees. So soon they’ll fall mixed up with crinkled leaves. It goes so quickly. Slow the time down, please. I hear house sparrows nesting in the eaves.

I wouldn’t want it any other way. I couldn’t change the season if I tried. So dress a little warmer’s all I’ll say. I’m over here a bit preoccupied.

Laughing as these baby squirrels run each following the other having fun.

Thank you, The Daily Cuppa, for publishing these Sunday sonnets.