My Ode To The Fall

Rust shaded leaves sway down with grace

Creation’s darling shows her face.

O, brillant water-colored eyes

that conquer the soul and youth revive.

From her lips comes the breeze of reflection

Chilled in the bosom of her deep dimension.

Children sing and lovers dance

Engulfed in the smoke of her burning trance

Though winter looms with its different thoughts

I pray she stay as long as God allots

The harmony of her ways is lost on me

What a pleasant mystery.


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