Laying on a bench
A blanket of green and yellow on too
From the fields, crows fly home
Their lovely cries fill the air
Late October but the weather is pleasant
Humans in a hurry to go home as well
Either driving or walking
No time for nature
No time for regrets
(c) late October 2024 - for the poem
(c) 2013 - present (for the blog)
Charly C.