As the Seasons Blog Archive on September 18, 2009, 8:00

by HorseFeathers, age 16

Can you feel the change of the seasons?
The warm breath of the sun has turned chilly
with the currents of coming winds.

The trees are full of luster with
cruchy oranges, sharp reds, and tawny browns,
You with your warm wooly coat and I with mine.

Already I can see the soft breezy nickers you make
in the air as you greet me from the pasture.

You know this time of year,
when the children come for the annual hayride
and thank you with carrots and hugs.

Jack o’ Lanterns