Poetic Fall

When autumn leaves begin to turn–amber, orange, yellow, brown…

and harvest time’s begun…

I’m drawn outdoors to look around…the deep blue sky, the warming sun.

I wander down the country roads that run so near my home–to find the treasures of these days–old churches, barns and streams.

The branches of a sycamore reaching far above my gaze,

into the endless, cloudless sky and autumn’s gentle haze.

Another summer come and gone,

another autumn’s here…

Don’t waste a moment counting days–don’t list a day’s regrets…

Go out amongst the breezes and the gently swaying  trees…

Rejoice in seasons changing–frolic in the leaves!


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