As the birds
fly south
heralding winter.
Logs staked
for long winter nights
a round the fire.
We will tell our storys
of summer past.
Roy a very visual and warming write, especially the logs staked around the fire. Top Marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. David
What a lovely, nostalgic write. I look forward to autumn too. Kind wishes, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I thought down under birds flew North for Winter? Of no real concern though is there Mate as long as they get where they're going.