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.
On this stormy morning my pup shows me her best smile.
Sun porches let us watch the rain and linger for a while.
Take those bright flowers.
Even if they last an hour.
Tonic for your soul.
So what, if it’s cold?
Autumn’s gifts still bring a lift.
Gratitude’s in bloom.
Gray skies cloud our view.
November’s cold. Fall’s turned old.
Still, we’re in the pink.
Stand tall. We’ll survive.
When life’s tough, the going rough.
Nature makes us smile.
Monday’s smooth as glass.
Drop a line as this day’s fine.
Reel in peace and joy.