CR 90 in the Golden Hour

Prairie Grasses in the Golden Hour

Floral Ridge Cemetery

Finally,
we have frosty mornings,
chilly evenings.
There is autumn.
Maizey, Joe and I
return to our golden hour walks
on CR 90.
The Blessed Wind,
as our friend Debra has famously tagged it,
has settled;
grasses are still.
Birds twitter in the cedars
as we pass
the cemetery.
A little later,
as we turn
towards home,
I am surprised
at what a comfort
it is to see Red-Tail Hawk
return to its Home Tree.