Trees are turning to red, orange, yellow, light green, A rainbow of colors celebrating the full lives of time. A bluebird stilling, edges along the cedar of the deck, While a V of geese break through the sounds of morning. Cooler weather now starts the day with the taste of dew, Dripping on the edges of hedges and slimming leaves. I hear your quiet voice humming a reminder of our celebrations. Our love coming tomorrow, the sweetest time of morning.