Summer falls into Autumn warm spices fill our cupsand command our algorithms green erupts into colorwarm shades of the seasonExcitement fills the air and the heartsPollen dropsyellow lingers in the windI feel it upon my faceparticles of dust Goldenrod, Ragweed, Elm and GrassHay is cut and rolled into balesI sneezeagain and againEyes red, stuffy nose …
Summer Falls
Jamie Lyn's Inkwell 