Poetry Sunday ~ Autumn Glory

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. 

~Albert Camus

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Autumn Glory

The wonder of life in all the color
with pale blue skies and clouds.
The life of Autumn comes alive
with leaves the lonely shrouds.

Upon the darkened horizon
the landscape and brilliant hue,
the wonder of the empty land
causes trees to take their cue.

They dance and sing in the night
the days are full of flutter;
life it spins a colorful web
the grounds are full of clutter.

I crunch the leaves underfoot
walk in eloquent bliss.
The rain it lends aroma
to the earth it gives a kiss.

The quiet season breathes in me
a sight that steals my soul
I long to share this glory,
with you who makes me whole!

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.