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
