Two haiku about: youth.
Spent some time chopping wood this afternoon as it's getting pretty frosty at night. I do enjoy the smell of freshly chopped wood.
Oh, hey. Want to see some pretty fall colours? Here you go:
Those are the trees directly behind Kat's parents house. Glad I managed to capture them before the wind tore all their leaves off.
The scars of my youth
have healed, but I will never
forget their lessons
* * *
on long ago days and nightswhile the lights grow dim