Image:  We Heart It

Image: We Heart It

First Days

All Summer we

relish the slow lazy days

Dreaming of the

smell of wood smoke and ashes

Expecting that delicious

First nip of

chilled air any day

That special day…

Not the same for everyone

But, everyone will

know exactly when

it happens only for them

And when Autumn finally


We smile…

Look at the Sun

filtered through leaves

of red and gold

and we know

The world has turned again


and prepares for the

restful sleep

of Winter
© 2013 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie