donderdag 3 november 2011

Swirling Leaves and Covered Ground



Swirling leaves upon the breeze…
The air can’t decide to be hot or cold.
It blows balmy and crisp, like
Summer and winter caught in the fold.

Colors casting but never lasting,
Heaping hues upon the landscapes.
Trees bursting in bronze, brass, and copper,
Leaving pewter branches as foliage escapes.

Flocks of birds in groups and herds
Lining phone wires in their pause for rest,
Then filling the sky, lifting high,
Dark, darting, dots on a southern quest.

Upon my knees, this moment I seize,
To thank the Lord for all He’s given,
For my loved ones dear, both far and near,

And the wondrous world we live in.

~ Judith Kittredge ~


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