A Fall Song

Golden and red trees

Nod to the soft breeze,

As it whispers, "Winter is near;"

And the brown nuts fall

At the wind's loud call,

For this is the Fall of the year.

Good-by, sweet flowers!

Through bright Summer hours

You have filled our hearts with cheer

We shall miss you so, 

And yet you must go,

For this is the Fall of the year.

Now the days grow cold,

As the year grows old,

And the meadows are brown and sere; 

Brave robin redbreast 

Has gone from his nest,

For this is the Fall of the year.

I do softly pray

At the close of day,

That the little children, so dear,

May as purely grow

As the fleecy snow

That follows the Fall of the year.

by Ellen Robena Field

I came across some writings by the above author not too long ago and immediately fell in love. Ellen basically wrote for poems and stories for children using nature as a metaphor for life, death, growth, and change to help them learn about life through simple and magical ways.  First published in 1894, Ellen's 'Buttercup Gold and Other Stories' is still endearing to children today, including those of us who find ourselves going through their second childhood.   Hey, there is nothing wrong to adding a little magic to one's life, no matter how old they are.  

Wendy, the courses I found are online.  The only problem is they are on Facebook, and I was really kind of afraid of it, but I joined it and only put the barest of info about myself.  I didn't even tell my sons that I have it because I am afraid they will give it out to some old acquaintances that I have no interest in, not meaning to, but reporting that mom has finally caught up with the technological age. And, besides, what they don't know can't hurt them.  Mom can always check up on what they are doing.  Because grown men that they may be, to us moms, they will always be our little boys.