A Gentle Touch of Autumn
The autumn comes, an open book
To satisfy our hungry eyes
But, sometimes things can't just be read
Not like a book upon a shelf
We can't just look, …..they must be felt
With every strain of western wind,
With every leaf, each brittle vein
Each blade of grass, each drop of rain
Was there ever such a day like this
That stretched beneath the peaceful dust
Of scented hay, while shimmering haze
Goes on and on in overlays
Of misty blue, until it ties
The distant hill to distant sky?
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9/19/16
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