Autumn By J. Price There is a blanket of green with touches of gold, Some burnt orange colors Gentle pale to quite bold. The path beckons me. Joy fills my soul I walk the trail And feel safe and whole Peace surrounds me With the sweet song Of birds and buzzing bee As I stroll along. Such a precious gift Natures beauty shared Autumn’s fleeting presence before winter is declared. J. Price. 1995 © |
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