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The Messenger

The Messenger

I watched the clouds of afternoon
 Gather tempest force;
Now, from a cozy shelter
 View October's raging storm;
Watching through rain washed windows
 Golden oak trees quake
While from their summered branches
 Autumn treasures take.

Drops of glistening rain fall
 From the clouds above
When darkening skies of eventide
 Hurry bust'ling crowds;
Through storm winds call they homeward rush,
 Not hearing autumn sing,
They search the night for quiet havens,
 Shelter from the rain.

Children run along the street
 Among the fallen leaves
Gathering autumn's artistry
 Riding on the breeze;
The wind blows cold, time's messenger,
 Of dark days yet to come -
Taking from the land its harvest
 Making way for the ice blue sun.

Have published nine chapbooks of my poetry.  The Messenger is one of the poems published in a chapbook titled Rhythms and Rhymes - Award Winning Writings.

All of the poems included in Rhythms and Rhymes have won a contest or an award.

My books are available through my website - www.samkservantsheart.com, or through me.  That is an amazingly self serving piece of information but I thought I would include it.

Copyright © Sam Kauffman

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