These feathery grasses drop their dried up seeds to wait out the winter. Promises for a new season.
Each day more flocks of geese fly over, their constantly honking calling to others to join them. I wonder how long geese live and how many trips like this they take.
The sun sinks down and we head home. A chill is in the air as the darkness settles in.
I feel the call of autumn in your photos, Susan. I especially like the geese flying toward the moon.
ReplyDeleteNice set of photos depicting your words...or the other way around! Either way - I enjoyed! :)
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