Monday, June 17

The Winds of Autumn


The winds of autumn press upon the boughs of yonder tree
And all around me midst the yard lies fading greenery
Leaves fall from the laden branches, colors bright and fair
To lie and sleep whilst winter comes and with it frosty air

I love so much the peace and still of Celtic scenery
It sooths my heart and lifts my brow and sets my spirit free
My soul longs for its gentle touch and restful offering
Of autumn winds and fading leaves and quiet genuflecting


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