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Though the sky should darken
on a sudden,
and the air grow sharp and chill.
The trees yield not their bounty.
Look! From the sky begins to spill
a new kind of bounty.
Though this time feels out of time,
and unexpected changes flow.
It’s through God’s crafted surprises
that He causes me to grow
and shift into the better shape of Christ.
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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.
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My foot fell hushed upon a wood-ward path
Through tilting trees
Losing leaves
In the same manner as every year past
Blushing pale, Aspen yellow
Also maple red
From overhead
Fall into place on the wooded ground below
“What an uncommon sight,” I whisper
To no one but me
Or perhaps to the tree
Readying herself for winter
Such a peculiar fabric sewn
On a patchwork arbor
Full of color
In my woodland autumn home
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Autumn morning cool and gray
Sunless clouded sky
Leaves shiver though chilled
On trees that sway
Awakening from an even colder night
Rust-colored remnants lay about
Not discarded willfully
But torn of wind
Hastily thrown to the ground
Scattered thoughtlessly
Tree and wind act of their own accord
Autumn comes—slow, at first
Building upon itself
Layers of cold and color and mirth
The world to engulf
In the retelling of this tale once again
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