Fall
FALL
Being out of doors
Where lifetimes surround
Where you now inhale
Sense the beauty approaching
That lovely lonely other
Being out of doors
Where the wind-blown clouds roam free
Squirrels bury nuts
Hardy birds puff their feathers
Where sun has a soothing warmth
You must be outdoors
Summer’s children bid farewell
Color rustle and dance
Bid you come forth now pilgrim
Join in prayerfully join in
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