Autumn's Chill
Gusting winds whip through the air,
stripping leaves off trees clinging there.
And sunrays play hide-and-seek
behind darkening clouds, like children they peek.
Dear Lord, I love your crisp Fall days,
enjoying the sun's fast fleeting rays.
I laugh as gusts of wind push me along.
And I hear the howl in Autumn's song.
Black branches wait for quilts of white,
to cover them from the cold of night.
I shiver a little as I hurry home,
knowing in this, God's Day, there hides a poem.
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Dedicated to my poetry friend, Viv Wigley
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Copyright © Darlene Gifford | Year Posted 2015
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