Autumn Walk
a newborn chill in the air
the softest mist all around
a scented breeze sways my hair
with a sweet whispering sound
instinctively I reach out
for my love's warm hand
as lovely autumn moves about
this miraculously changing land
a fiery leaf floats gracefully
to kiss beautiful mother earth
she responds so lovingly
as she dreams of new birth
Copyright © Christy Stover | Year Posted 2016
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