rising up from the water <br />on this hazy dawn <br />the call of the geese <br />fluttering only inches above water <br />trailing their feet and honking loudly <br />the leaves turning from green to gold <br />and beautiful russet shades. <br />the last flowers wilting now <br />as summer turns to fall <br />the fox peeks out from behind a tree <br />and, sensing human presence <br />disappears. <br />the beauty of this <br />my favourite time of year <br />never fails to amaze me <br /> <br />10/88<br /><br />Penni Currie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mist-41/
