A day at the park

The seasons are changing
I can feel it in the air
The leaves are turning golden
As the branches become bare

No more long days
With the sun hanging high
She hides her face early
Making way for the dark starry sky

Boots and sweaters
Replace bathing suites and lotion
Our skin has become cool
Holding no trace of the ocean

We sit upon benches
And wait for the day
When the moon becomes bashful
And the sun stays up to play.

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      2011.09.26 Edited

      Loving this changing of the seasons set, Jenny! I can really feel fall coming on through your poetry and images. Bella's shots adorable as ever!

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      2011.09.26 Edited

      I always enjoy your pretty poems and prose you add to your posts, Jenny. I really like the textures in #3 and the precious photos of bella Bella!

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      2011.09.24 Edited

      Nice pictures , Lovely poem (I translated), and a sweet Bella . I wish you a happy sunday . -))

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      2011.09.24 Edited

      Lovely park! Looks like your little cutie is having fun!
      Great set!