The night speaks solumnly of
You..the
Creator of all..
Brisk, Autumn winds of Fall
flow in a liquid breeze..swiftly through
the multicolored
trees.
Lonely sounds flow though the
fall night
air.
The leaves are flying freely
everywhere.
Rushing..humming.. the wind sings
her sad, solumn
song...singing her
melody... all
night long.
She sings her Autumn
lulabye... lowly in a
mournful cry..lulling
me to soundly
sleep.
The book I have begun
will keep.
Next day..new morning sun shines
unashamed
through my window pane..
..brightly she
peeks...silently she speaks
that winter is soon to be
near..
The last crispy leaves
fall
to the
ground
here... mighty in
sound..blowing
around and
around..yet
gently soft..blowing leaves
aloft ..rushing
in..ushering
in
the atmosphere of
change..weather by nature
rearranged..waiting
for winters
cold snow to
fall to the freezing
ground..painting
winters beauty all
around..gentle descent of
snow...white, ethereal soft flakes
of magic.
Makes me feel.. oh.. so oddly
tragic.
Virginia Logsdon 10/30/2009 Copyright 2009.
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