The first snow has landed
lightly on our land
all is covered with a dusting of white
I would grab hold of Autumn
wishing it to linger
but why whisper such a futile prayer
change is upon us
there is no profit in fighting
all is simply preparation
for a bigger change ahead
help me be a willing student
and learn my lessons well
He sends his command to the earth;
his word runs swiftly.
He spreads the snow like wool
and scatters the frost like ashes
snow doggie
ReplyDeleteLove this one...holding on to Autumn with nothing more than a finger that slips away
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