Crisp Autumn Mourning
Crimson beauty with medallion tones,
I sit by my sill, never been so alone-
I need not worry, for this season is so pure,
even after all the things I've had to endure...
maybe it's the Autumn leaves that bring allure.
I suffered from loss without warning,
my saving grace is this cool crisp morning-
I feel intense desire to make my senses wild,
like jumping in the leaves like a playful child.
Even though I'm here in tormenting mourning,
there's nothing more beautiful than God's creation-
it's the charm of Autumn bringing a healing sensation.
September 21, 2017
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2017
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