Long Reflections Poem by The winner The winner

From softly faded remnants of summer's showy bloom,
Come musings of the garden and earthy rich perfume.

The luscious rolling meadow has turned to gentle buff,
The goldenrod and grasses are dry and topped with fluff.

Crooked little apple trees have loosed their scarlet charms,
Left them in the grassy care of Mother Nature's arms.

It's time for thoughtful respite while earth invents a plan,
Tucked between the autumn queen and snowy wonderland.

A time of long reflections that on the quiet pond,
Reach back back across the season and even years beyond! ! ! !