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.
Wednesday morning’s blush.
Views at dawn bloom extra lush.
Every day’s a gift.
On this stormy morning my pup shows me her best smile.
Sun porches let us watch the rain and linger for a while.
Winter wears her charms.
At two below, with fresh snow.
Warms cold hearts and souls.
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.