There's something nice about late fall.
The landscape, exhausted from the exuberance of spring,
and the productivity of summer,
has donned its tawny nightgown, and lounges on the couch.
Oak leaves, despite their tatters, still cling tenaciously to the trees...
and mullein leaves, tired of supporting tall flower stalks,
crumple like wrung out dishrags on the ground.
Barley loves this time of year;
the cooler air puts a new spring in his feet,
and makes him eager to explore.
Winterberry trees brings a touch of color to the earth.
The birds eat the berries,
posing as living Christmas cards,
and remind us that it won't be fall for long.
"As long as the earth endures,
seedtime and harvest,
cold and heat,
summer and winter,
day and night will never cease."