Poem For A Fall Day: The Dressing Room
Gossamer thistle floats in the air
while Queen Ann's flower turns to seed.
The tomatoes are green
and a golden glow has appeared on the meadow.
The moon casts half an eye
upon the passing hours.
The sun no longer reigns.
Soon mother earth will shed her clothes.


A pleasure to read your writing Steph . . . so full of content . . . just yearning to be read.
Lots of Luck with the new site, it looks great.