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 |    We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
Crisp the air to rest the soul. Geese fly by. The world seems whole. Days of summer, fewer now. Leaves of bulbs begin to bow. Hope refreshed begins to heal. Numbed, the hearts begin to feel. Autumn's such a pleasant time. Rainbow leaves all past their prime. Autumn's blanket lies in death, filling eyes and hearts with breath. Brightens core by Autumn's shroud, blest to dance, in honor bowed. Soon we'll put some plants to bed, then our joy's by pansies fed. Leave the leaves to rustle peace. Pile them up. Let jumps increase. Pumpkins by their orange glow make the warmth of heart to grow. Crickets fiddle through the night. Whippoorwills change dark to light. Frogs and spiders take their fill. Insects quite their tasty will. Logs in hearth, now flick the nose. Acrid scents are pleasant, those. Not too hot, and not too cold. Autumn's porches, tales are told. Music wafts a string-ed tune. Stop the moment. Ends too soon. Welcome, Autumn. Stay awhile. Love your pleasant, restful style. by Jay O’Toole on September 22nd, 2021   |
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