Sunday, September 24, 2006

last call for summer




The first day of Autumn
finds this little fellow
clinging to the
familiar red perch
as it swings
in the cold breeze,
his feathers puffed up,
obviously chilled.

What happened to summer?
Where are all my friends?
I think it is time to go.


It is time for us to go, too. We are off to climb a mountain, a good way to kick off the fall season!

spring