The colors of fall have not come to this land, Teasing cool nights fill with anticipation, Warm not hot afternoons now rule, Guess that's the weather's own creation. Still a walk is pleasant stuff, It's when you see kiddos after school, And folks walking doggies little and big, Supper smells cause a walker to drool. In the morning it's so nice and quiet, Most everyone's gone out to work, But in the afternoon, you can stroll, take your time. Not a thought about exercise shirk. On a warm afternoon, you meet new faces, Just out enjoying the sun. Winter's coming soon to all of our places, And gone will be walking's fun.   © By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)