The golden days are drawing near
A faint chill is in the morning
air,
It's time to listen for the
honking geese
Winters passage to declare.
Shake off the driest parch of
summer
It's ways are all complete,
I must now display my welcoming
wreath
To prepare the earth for sleep.
Farewell your friend of yesterday
Mourn, as he softly drifts from
view,
Now is the time to embrace my
colors
Our relationship re-new.
You will remember me when you draw
aside
As your theatrical friend,
A paradox of swirling wind and
balmy nights
And beauty deep within.
I shall glow with wonder here
before you
To explode with rich delights,
The vibrancy of my Creator will
unfold His joy
A feast before your eyes.
Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems
© 2004 used with permission
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
At some point in life the world's
beauty becomes enough.
You don't need to photograph,
paint or even remember it.
It is enough.
Toni Morrison, Tar Baby, Signet
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