Poem: Whisper of Fall

The trees begin their quiet sigh,
A breath of gold beneath the sky,
As summer’s warmth slips soft away,
And dusk arrives before the day.

Leaves flutter down like whispered dreams,
They gild the earth in amber streams,
Each one a story, crisp and small,
A fleeting note in nature’s call.

The air turns sharp, yet sweet with spice,
Woodsmoke and apples, chill and nice,
The world slows down, its heart grown still,
Yet hums beneath the turning hill.

In fall we learn what time can teach—
That beauty lives in what we reach,
Then softly lose, with gentle grace,
Like sunlight’s hand on autumn’s face.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie