Farewell...

Sighing farewell to the bright stars of my garden...
the orange and pink zinnias,
the rosy dahlias.
They have all succumbed to the first frost.
The leaves of my trees are politely turning colors to ease my grief.

Morning in My Gardens

Sitting near my open window I hear
the water's gentle skip down stones of our Waterfall,
the Doves soft coo as they arrive for early morning foraging,
and the Quail's lonely chi-ca-go calling for his mate from the garden's edge.

The Canadian Geese honk in unison
as their perfect V flies swiftly on their way to somewhere,
the orange headed House Finch brightens the air with his sweet melody
and the Meadow Lark officially proclaims "it's once again morning in my gardens."