autumn bleeds the last of color
upon a carpet green as the sun
imparts its final rays of warmth.
bittersweet this closing gift
for soon the cold descends,
my spirit dormant in the icy
winter chill.
yet, reminders of golden springs
replay in memories soft, nature’s
comfort to feed my wistful soul.
Not seen you on here for yonks!
Love from
Kay
cozy up to a warm fire & forget the rest!
carolyn
Axilea
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Peace,
Dayvid
Sheila
Regis
Namaste
Autumn is my favorite time of year at the shore.
I'll avoid the ice of winter; one slip is enough!
-gene.
You make even me long for spring again as I read, and I'm an Autumn girl! How do you do that?!
Blessings,
Christine
I feel so often wistful, but cold helps us appreciate warmth.
Beautiful.
John
John