As autumn wanes the leaves will fall.
In spite of rain we doubt that’s all.
I lift my eyes and search beyond.
Great gifts remain so near my pond.
Sunday is our day of rest.
That’s why I like this day the best.
Yet my old rake’s about to call.
Since autumn’s leaves have begun to fall.
Perhaps it’s time to move out west?
Is there anything better than spending an autumn afternoon with friends under the shade of an old oak tree?
I’m thinking not.
What do you do when you’ve just heard your first Christmas commercial, though it’s only mid September?
You shake your head while acknowledging the seasons really are about to change.
I felt it this week in 90 degree temps as I sat on the beach watching green leaves transform to bright gold on the tree before me.
I suddenly found myself hungering for one more Dairy Queen hot fudge sundae before the stand closes up for the season.
And I started to linger even longer watching every last minute of each brilliant sunset.
It seems sunsets this time of year may just be even sweeter than ice cream.
Late fall has her charms.
Some hints of sun will disarm.
Branches raise in joy.
Fall still has its gifts.
Morning fog provides our lift.
Peace comes with each dawn.
Find your autumn bliss.
With warmth and love, you can’t miss.
Smell that pumpkin pie?
What’s a little gray?
Crops are in. Today there’s hay.
So what, if it’s cold?
Autumn’s gifts still bring a lift.
Gratitude’s in bloom.
Autumn’s hardy souls.
Hanging on in sleet and snow.
Plucky leaves they are.