By Bertha
Fall is a time of transition.
I’ve lived in California and here,
where you don’t see it as much.
I used to live in Michigan.
In Fall things go into hibernation.
We change.
We get thicker skin.
The sap of all the trees comes down
and the roots grow strong for winter.
I don’t miss snow or shoveling it.
On Halloween, we went from house to house.
We used to push over the toilets
and T.P. the trees.
Fall is a warm time.
No comments:
Post a Comment