Poem: Whispers of Autumn

The fall breeze drifts through amber trees,
A soft, familiar sigh;
It gathers gold in quiet folds
And sends the leaves to fly.

It carries hints of cinnamon,
Of evenings growing long,
Of sweaters warmed by firelight,
And dusk’s migrating song.

It dances on the winding paths
Where summer used to be—
A gentle hand that turns the page
Toward winter’s mystery.

And in its cool, unhurried breath
I find a sense of peace;
For every change the world must face
Begins with autumn’s breeze.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie