Autumn in Arizona is not much different than the rest
of the year, here in Phoenix, there are a few trees
with leaves turning red or yellow, nothing like the
splendor of Hackle Barney In New Jersey though.
All the colors of the rainbow fall and swoop down
into that forest, transforming it into a wonderland
of exquisite beauty.
Loving both states for special graces provided through
the years, always being welcomed into their natural
habitats, allowing me to remain one with nature no
matter where I am at any time in life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem