Poem: Walk

A crisp breeze whispers through the trees,
As autumn paints with golden ease.
The leaves, a dance of red and gold,
Like stories of the past retold.

Beneath my feet, the earth is warm,
A quilt of colors, soft and worn.
The branches stretch in quiet grace,
A fading sun upon their face.

The air is rich with pine and leaf,
A fleeting joy, both bold and brief.
The forest hums a sacred song,
As nature’s chorus moves along.

I breathe it in, this tranquil place,
Each step a slow and gentle pace.
The woods, a canvas, soft and wide,
Where peace and beauty both reside.

And as the day begins to close,
The sky in twilight softly glows.
A walk through fall, so still, so deep,
A gift from earth, for me to keep.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie