In the golden leaves of autumn the wind moves gently
through the trees, calling us
to embrace the cooler air,
the life of the sun,
and reminding us
we are loved.
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Category: autumn
Crisp Leaves
Dry grass with a double layer of crisp leaves,
the morning air even crisper
a sense of summer sleeping
the joy and comfort
of placing more quilts
on the bed.
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As the Summer Fades
As the summer fades our hope is not diminished,
having been lifted, by the cooler air,
and the hint of a softer sun
still bringing life filtered,
through the trees.
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Sun Kissed Leaves
Sun kissed leaves at the top of trees in the cooler air
where the hawk bathes his feathers
in the sunlight perched
on a large branch
sometimes stretching his wings
to scare the chipmunks
below.
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The Trees Become Silent Now
As the autumn quietly abandons the forest,
slipping through the brush
whispering,
the trees become silent now
occasionally entertaining
a ghost
or a few lost leaves.
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Down by the Lake
We can see our breath now My Love, especially down by the lake,
and as we pull close silently
closing our eyes,
I can see the fog drifting
over the water,
as if there is a voice drawing us,
and the trees
are our witnesses
as we take off our gloves to hold hands,
loosing track of time,
staring then
into each other’s face.
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Spirit Wings Extended
My light, ignited by the colors of autumn,
spirit wings extended,
and the poems?
They simply write,
themselves
having learned how to fly.
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