Summer has ended, so has early fall
The plants are all gone…not just nipped, but finished
No more glimmering colors of brightness, no spicy and floral scents on the breeze
The air is now sharp with cold and the sky scudding with wind-blown grey clouds
The seasons have turned—
Jack Frost our visitor
Still, I am thinking there will be a few more rainbows before the snow clouds arrive. After they come I will watch for Sundogs; beautiful colors of ice in the sky!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,