The crisp morning air, the brisk bite of wind, the crinkle of the leaves.
My, where did the summer go with all its heat and bluster? How did we wake us and under blankets we muster?
Looking out the balcony and staring at the trees, goodbye summer breeze!
We missed the long sleeves and the scarves donned anew, hot chocolate and lattes, warming me, warming you.
photo credit - my daughter
Robin - taken this weekend
in Blackburn Park,
Webster Groves MO