It's fall. Nighttime temps have actually dipped in the upper 40s. Hence the poetry. It is a reaction I always have to this time of year. A good pumpkin spice coffee, a bubble bath and a poem. Good things. Here's a poem that Kathryn's memorizing for school. She particularly likes this one, and so do I.
Afternoon on a Hill
I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one. I will look at cliffs and clouds With quiet eyes, Watch the wind bow down the grass, And the grass rise. And when lights begin to show Up from the town, I will mark which must be mine, And then start down!
(*photo from www.sceptretours.com)