Showing posts with label autumn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label autumn. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 11, 2017
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Farewell Again Autumn
"Besides the autumn poets sing,
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the haze."
~Emily Dickinson
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the haze."
~Emily Dickinson
Dearest Autumn my love so fair
how I wish you would never leave.
Your colors a bounty beyond compare
in your arms I long to cleave.
Our time together too short once more
a twirling dance I don't want to end.
But like a fickle kiss you will ignore
and leave me alone over and over again.
So with these words I take one last gaze
to your mystery and all your charms.
For my heart you always swiftly take
as I await you with open arms.
I know that autumn is long since gone, but it is my favorite season, and when the words came I went with it like the wind.
What is your favorite season?
how I wish you would never leave.
Your colors a bounty beyond compare
in your arms I long to cleave.
Our time together too short once more
a twirling dance I don't want to end.
But like a fickle kiss you will ignore
and leave me alone over and over again.
So with these words I take one last gaze
to your mystery and all your charms.
For my heart you always swiftly take
as I await you with open arms.
I know that autumn is long since gone, but it is my favorite season, and when the words came I went with it like the wind.
What is your favorite season?
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Autumn Speaks
It whispers of the journey home...

It converses with the wind...
It articulates the way with every step we take...
Its auburn lips only tell of wonders....
It has a silence that speaks of peace...
My heart sits and waits to hear it speak every October.
What does Autumn speak to you?
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Like A Forest
This life is like a forest and our world is but a tree
and humanity is a flow of many colors like an abundant growth of leaves
each spread out and grow reaching toward the sky
and when the time is right we break loose and start to fly
but like the changing seasons our flight is soon a fall
we reach out like a weary hand and embrace heaven's call.
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