
Last sun of September
Gurgle of the West Branch
Crackle of a woodfire
Wind through the treetops
Leaves begin to change
Various greens
A hint of yellow
A dash of red
Smoke from the campfire
Swirls
As if deciding
Which way to blow…

Last sun of September
Gurgle of the West Branch
Crackle of a woodfire
Wind through the treetops
Leaves begin to change
Various greens
A hint of yellow
A dash of red
Smoke from the campfire
Swirls
As if deciding
Which way to blow…
As if called by the leaves desiring to turn, cooling air creates low-lying clouds in the distant highland hill of Northern Michigan.
The sweet corn has been picked and put up for another year. Vinifera gently begins to turn to rich purple. Soon the grapes will be turned to must for another year’s vintage.
And in the meantime, we enjoy this sweetest of of seasons, as fresh tomatoes from the vine burst with each flavorful bite.