Crunching footsteps as we walk
with the aroma of autum in the
air, the sounds of honking geese
gathering off for thier jorney, bring
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This is a lovely piece of prose Bonnie, I love the descriptions of the passing of one season into another, the 'whie satin hills' is a beautiful phrase. It has a cerain poignancy too as you write of saying goodbye to old friends as the seasons can be. thank you for taking us along with you on this walk into your lovely countryside. God bless from Fay.
Another poetical gem Bonnie, a wonderful description of the changing seasons. Love, Andrew x