God's Breath
Shadowy images creep in
carried on a cold, November wind
and easing through the leaved trees
autumn gives one last final sneeze
as every leaf and even a branch or two
fall from the distant forestal yews.
Listen well to the howls and cries
whispering the song of wonder and beauty of the skies
when God and nature blend the seasons
with calm messages for change and reason.
Should December ease in gentle or wild
the snows ice chilled or the days warm and mild
remember this song whistling thru the trees
God's breath lay in every breeze.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2018
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