Officially, it’s been fall since September 22nd but with temps in the 70s and 80s, it hasn’t felt like it yet. Still, fall is hinting to summer that it’s time to go; leaves are already on the ground, and it was in the 40s when I got up yesterday.
I’ve paid more attention to birds the last few years. (My kids tease me about my “old man hobbies” 😆). As a result, I’ve noticed seasonal shifts in bird populations. Today’s poem, “Jays and Nuthatches”, is about an avian shift that happens around this time of year in my neighborhood, and can be found in my fourth book, The Anonymity of Waiting.
A Wandering Minstrel 