|The lovely graphic is from Baptist Bible Hour.|
Swirling leaves of gold and crimson
Drifting on a chilly wind
Slowly settle in the meadow,
Heralding the summer's end.
Sunlight fades a little faster
With the passing of each day,
Crops wait ready to be gathered --
Nature's bounty on display.
Evening's song grows ever softer
As birds start their southern flight,
While the first fire in the fireplace
Warms a cold and frosty night.
Autumn days bring sweet contentment,
Time to slow life's hectic pace;
Time to linger in the beauty
Of fall's majesty and grace.
Ruth Fiori Poynor
Isn't that so evocative of fall? Even though the pace of my life is still hectic, I can feel it slowing just a bit as the seasons change. Hope all of you enjoyed reading this poem today.