AUTUMN WIND
Sitting,
attached to the ground,
feeling the wind blow my hair
into a disarray of feathers.
Thinking,
letting my thoughts run,
they play freely with one another
among the tall grasses.
Breathing,
smelling earth and blue sky,
the air enlivens my senses and
makes my heart ready for winter's cold.
Loving,
with eternal appreciation
of God's creative hand as He paints
the world a new palette of autumn hues.
K.Tate Jacoby
copyright 1974
(revised May 31, 2006)
AUTUMN WIND
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