Monday, November 16, 2015


The last remnants of summer
Burn gently away

A mild breeze descends on trees
And helps them to sway

It's time once again
To enjoy the last of the sun

And ready ourselves 
For the winter to come

But until that time comes
We have a blessing in disguise

Leaves turn reddish in color
The sun in splendor sets, and in glory does rise

Autumn in it's beauty
It's nature's middle way

Contrasting the abundance of summer
And a cold winter's day 

— unknown

November in glorious splendor. What a wonder to behold!