Sit with me,

            Autumn is here

The trees tell stories old and dear

With aged-brown leaves quaking, shaking

And silenced souls solemnly listening

Sit with me,

            And quietly hear

The rustling tall grass and the ghostly deer

Catch the bouquet of yesterday’s flowers

As the sun sets now in the waning hours

Sit with me,

            I say!

For winter shall grasp us any day

This place we so love will be burdened with snow

And we shall sit inside by the fire’s warm glow

Sit with me,

            God is nigh

We shall feel His love as He smiles on high

A calling bird haunts as acorns fall from trees

God speaks through silence and crunching leaves

Sit with me,

            Autumn is here.

anthony forrest