I am trying not to dread Autumn.
I really do like it,
with all of its golden colors.
The air cools.
The leaves turn and fall.
Trees flame red.
Mountains whirl in color.
It is magical.
But my eye wanders.
Looking in the distance.
Winter.
(shudder)
So I spend all of my hours outside.
Catching all the last warmth that I can.
Soaking it up.
Feeling the heat sink into my bones.
Maybe if I soak up enough,
the warmth will stay inside of me
and like magic dispel the cold.
I really do like it,
with all of its golden colors.
The air cools.
The leaves turn and fall.
Trees flame red.
Mountains whirl in color.
It is magical.
But my eye wanders.
Looking in the distance.
Winter.
(shudder)
So I spend all of my hours outside.
Catching all the last warmth that I can.
Soaking it up.
Feeling the heat sink into my bones.
Maybe if I soak up enough,
the warmth will stay inside of me
and like magic dispel the cold.
4 comments:
Matt. 6:34
Hee hee.
*sticks out tongue*
I look so forward to your blogs. They are deep and personal. Thanks for sharing your beautiful self.
To me, Sahara is warm, mystical, deep, elegant, vast, intriguing, beautiful and a plethora of treasure - like you!
Thank you Ann! Did you see the poem Dancing in the Rain that you inspired?? :)
Warm, mystical, deep, elegant, vast, intriguing, beautiful and a plethora of treasure....whew I can be open to that lol
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