Autumn Breathes Hope
Wrapped in her ethereal, misty cloak
Awakening senses to poignant changes
As crisp winds brush away last summer’s dust
Soft sunrays filter through sparse golden-hued leaves
Wrapped in her ethereal misty cloak
Blindly, I find my way through thick, dank fog
And while lost in the maze, sometimes I lose my cool
When I taste the bitter edge of what could have been
Wrapped in her ethereal misty cloak
Autumn breathes hope for the weary of heart
To smile in the face of cynicism means I’m alive
With a spirit to grow and a heart that is open and deep
~*~
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