While traveling a few months ago, Jocelyn asked me what my favorite season was. I told her. A few minutes later she handed me a small piece of paper. On it she had written a poem. I’ve been waiting to share it . . .

Autumn

written by Jocelyn Berry

The cool mountain breeze rustles the colorful leaves on the ground

A soft sound echoes through the night

Whoo-Whoo

Whoo-Whoo

The sound of the stream trickling over dark rocks completes this autumn scene

The leaves stops rustling

The owl stops hooting

All is quiet

A full moon lights the night sky