“Hello,” he says,
“Just passing by today.
But I’ll be back
For a longer stay!”
“It’s been a while.
I’ve been away,
To other climes,
Some cold to lay.”
“It’s quite a job,
The world to view.
Opportunities to enjoy
Outside for a few.”
“A nice warm fire
Will do for some
Who prefer to be toasty
When I come.”
With a nod and smile
He travels on.
But he’ll return
He’s not gone!
Colors bright
Shine in the air
Gently waving
Now float to earth
Autumn’s touch
With its cool caress
Speaks now softly
Of evening’s rest
Crunch of leaves
Beneath our feet
Breathing deeply
Quiet calm
Come now gather
Draw in closer
Settle into…
Autumn’s touch
Autumn’s tinge is in the air
Now lightly nibbles
Now backs away
Grasses fading
Flowers too
Chill of evening
Cold mornings’ dew
Speaks of time to come
Days shortening
Sunset’s advancing glow
Leaves stirring
Lift and part
Now spin and whirl
In joyous dance
Autumn’s tinge is in the air
Its nose uplifted in anticipation
Of the new season’s approach
Light dancing on splashes
Of gold, red, and orange
Beckons to passers-by.
Greens and browns
Wave their fronds,
Seasons past and to come.
Evening’s chill
Brings thoughts of tomorrow,
As time tolls; prepare!
Day’s warmth
Welcomes memories
Of life, laughter, and tears.
And so we dance,
Welcoming light’s hope,
In quiet contemplation.
And so we dance,
Resting sorrow
In those swaying boughs.
And so we dance,
For life’s joys
In our Creator’s being.
Light dancing on splashes
Of gold, red, and orange
Beckons to passers-by.
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