Gray skies cloud our view.
November’s cold. Fall’s turned old.
Still, we’re in the pink.
Autumn views are gifts.
Grab your bike, or take a hike.
Open with your eyes.
Some days I look down.
Glad I do, there’s so much new.
Pink blooms bury frowns.
Joy will bloom with care.
Plant roots deep, then nurture well.
Rain just sweetens all.
What’s a little fog?
Magic’s there without the glare.
Do your happy dance.
Rise and shine, my friend.
See the view. This one’s for you.
Watch your ship come in.
Come on, show some smiles.
Morning’s tough. That ain’t no guff.
Hay, just find your bliss.