Put on your warmest winter cap.
Let's take the trail through the herb garden,
where the roses are bending down,
to kiss the autumn goodbye.
Let's walk up the hill to the front garden.
Let us lay down near the sycamore tree
on this white quilt of snow,
and catch snowflakes on our tongues for a while.
Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you peace.
Steve has already been out and about photographing
the beautiful prairie around him,
where autumn lingers.