My Mother Returns

My Mother Returns

Today my Mother came to visit the zinnias on a warm fall day. She was dressed in yellow lace that swirled about as she moved against the soft wind. Her wings soared her around as she touched a red bloom then a pink stack of petals. She didn't stay long. Just long enough to catch my attention for the flowers. I think she is telling me in this rare visit that it is time for the flowers to end. A frost will come soon and I must gather the seeds for another year as she did for her gardens.