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Sunday, October 30, 2011

Tis the Season

Tis the season of  quiet  sleep
For the universe who must carefully keep
All the seeds that have fallen down
While the leaves were turning brown.

Tis the season of mystic change
Plants and trees must rearrange
Colder days are  drawing near
No more chirping birds we hear

Tis the season of snow and chill
Bitter cold holds tight the will
Somber notes are all around
Winter colors soon are  found

Tis the season for you and me
To appreciate what we cannot see
Hidden beneath the cold and chill
Are the imprints of the Eternal Will

1 comment:

  1. Such a beautiful poem - and so appropriate for this time of year.
    Thanks for sharing.


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