FALL
FALL
In the mist of the morning
In the Fall of the year
In the chill of the dawnimg
Of the Winter so near
In the colors so vivid
Splashed throughout all the leaves
In the still of the silence
Softly flowing through the trees
Breathe the scents of the forest
In the crisp,chilly air
Creatures rush without purpose
Searching wildly in despair
In the sky birds are flying
Soaring, gliding on the wind
Graceful flight in slow motion
Soon to migrate once again
In the stream in the meadow
Gently floating in the sun
Drifts a Mallard and his soul mate
Watching over all their young
Paint a picture on a canvass
Not with hues but only words
Sense the calmness of this landscape
God's creation undisturbed
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