Sunday, October 02, 2011

Poetry Sunday ~ Autumn Sings

How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.
~John Burroughs
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Autumn Sings
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Silently they turn
from hues
of lime and mint
they’ve paid their dues.

Brown and curled
they cried
leaves cling
and boldly died.

The gusty wind
softly sweeps
letting go
the wilted weeps.

Souls are lost
a leaf it clings
a new dawns rise
Autumn sings.

Ex. 18:22 And let them judge the people at all seasons: and it shall be, that every great matter they shall bring unto thee, but every small matter they shall judge: so shall it be easier for thyself, and they shall bear the burden with thee.
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Ps. 16:7 I will bless the LORD, who hath given me counsel: my reins also instruct me in the night seasons.

3 comments:

benning said...

This is a very lovely piece, Joni. :)

One NIT: 'dawns' should prolly be 'dawn's'. ;)

More! :D

Stormcrow said...

This was very nice. I can't wait to hear spring singing again!

joni said...

Hey! Spring wasn't all it was cracked up to be! :P Autumn now, that holds potential and promise!

Let me check into that... by the dawn's early light? hmm