The thing is that roses are not only red,
But coral, magenta and pink.
And violets are not really blue as is said,
But more of a purple, I think.
Though there are still flowers a-bloom here and there,
The weather is cooling off fast.
And even with tender and diligent care,
The colors are not going to last.
The golds and the bronzes, cerises and blues
Will fade before very much longer
The gardens so colorful, so rich in hues
Will pass as the winds become stronger.
But knitters have something, when winter begins
As the world yields to cold’s snowy lash
We can open our closets and cupboards and bins,
And go feast our eyes on the stash!
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The poetry is getting better! As with knitting, practice makes ..... well, better.
I was just surfing different knit blogs (just love them even if I haven’t done one myself)and came across this one began reading it and just love it.just thought I would drop a line to let you know how much I enjoy reading your blog. Have a wonderful day !! 
Amaryllis - LOL! Well, the poetry is horrible, but I don’t seem to be able to help myself. It’s like potato chips - once you start, you can’t stop :)
Shirley - How nice to hear from you! Thanks for your kind words. I’m very happy that you’re enjoying the blog :)
