There's a feel in the air, if you are indifferent,
you'll miss the pleasure..
The softness to a summer morn, a scent of autumn breeze,
and the chill of a winters day..
Days leisurely run together..
They become a long warm summer day,
then almost without notice,
the days become brisk and cold ...
It is then we see snow laden pines as the
sun reflects its light twinkling off their branches ..
We are like the changing of the seasons..
the days become brisk and cold ...
It is then we see snow laden pines as the
sun reflects its light twinkling off their branches ..
We are like the changing of the seasons..
Each spring brings new life, rebirth,
creatures awakened
with the newness of each day..
Soon the ground erupts with new life..
Strong trees bud to bring forth each new leaves that becomes
transposed through the warmth of the
summers sunbeams and soon shades ..
Like the ocean tide that ebbs and flows,
the colors of trees become a manifestation of color and hue..
The air is brisk and the light of the day no longer goes into evening..
All too soon the dark clouds form to bring a flurry of
snowflakes covering the cold hard ground..
My Autumn days have come ..
Here I stand.. life has now slipped into a wonder of glorious
colorful flurry of memories as I recall the fruit of my life ..
Looking back to what was and wondered what could have been..
Still, I'm satisfied knowing the cycle of life, my Equinox if you will,
has now shifted to the the beginning of the proverbial end..
My life colors are now bursting brilliantly, with stellar vibrancy,
bold and bright for all to see..
Soon the colors will fade.. It is then that I shall walk slowly
toward His light, my home..
Patsy McNutt Morgan
04/16/15
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