Cornucopia
Indian summer--
appreciate thy bounty's
cornucopia
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Thanksgiving
Windchimes make music that lingers in the mind,
Blessed by abundance of sharing what we find,
A feast spread out before us is quite divine.
With plates in hand, we're eager to wait in line.
Delicious aromas fill the chilly air.
Handmade pies and cakes are part of fancy fair.
This wonderful Thanksgiving our heads we bow,
To give thanks in prayer to God, our solemn vow,
To be mindful of our blessings and our friends,
And be grateful for the good in life God sends.
~~~~~
Autumn Glory
Colors of this season leave me spellbound...
The stunning brightness of the crimson leaves;
A mélange of rust, pumpkin, greens and gold.
I'm in awe of these sylvan canopies...
Reflections captured in pools from autumn rains.
The fresh air rejuvenates my burdened lungs;
Gifts my heart with solace into divine spring.
11-14-17
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