Poems of fall

Our business meeting today was like usual talking about new ways to market our homes, ourselves and the business....but one thing we talked about was what happens in the fall of the year...things dry up leaves start to fall and the plants start to expand their roots...I think we all need to do this.  If we start spreading our roots or start storing our "nuts" as my grandpa use to say...then I think we will be ready for the cold hard winter and maybe, just maybe it won't be so cold after all...
trail leading into mammoth cave
Autumn Leaves
One of the nicest beds I know
Isn't a bed of soft white snow.
Isn't a bed of cool green grass
After the noisy mowers pass.
Isn't a bed of yellow hay
Making me itch for half a day
But autumn leaves in a pile that high,
Deep and smelling like fall and dry.
That's the bed where I like to lie
And watch the flutters of Fall go by.

~by Aileen Fisher~