Turn and Fall
Fog hangs heavy
In the valley
Animals find solace
In their hiding places
I wonder how the three-legged elk is faring
Fall is Coming
Bull’s bugle
After a long summers absence
Three points and five points
Sparing for practice
Cranes congregate
Tucking away last bits of energy
Before riding the thermals
To the sunshine state
Life is growing up, and slowing down
Subtly changing
In preparation for the next season
We should too, we should too
