september’s end
september’s end
comes with the cusp of autum
just around the bend
far up in the north
the leaves begin the change
signaling their final dance
the dance may end in snow
cold or rain or wind
or fluttering softly, slowly to the ground
but like all life
it is a new begining
for last years leaves
and from the many years before
become the richer soil
bringing forth abundance in the spring
let my life be
like the autum leaves
full of color and dancing
singing happily in the breeze
as the winter sun
sitting lower to the ground
makes the colors ring much richer
than the summers hottest dream
my song
Oh, gorgeous!
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a beautiful write… 🙂
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Lovely, as always. And ryn: thank you. My church is going to be delving more into the realm of Gregorian Chant in the coming year, so I suspect our choir will be needing a classically trained leader to help. That will be my best chance at improving my diction, methinks.
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Thanks for your comment. This is a great poem!
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Beautiful as your soul my friend
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Very Nice indeed
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