With the quaking leaves
I feel the northerly breeze
Fall’s game is afoot.
Tag: fall
when the air turns crisp
with slippery leaves underfoot
the ground a canvas
Sturdy wild flowers.
Do you ever contemplate
how soon comes the fall?
“Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.”– 2 Corinthians 4:16 (NIV)
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Pleasure Trip
Ten geese. Little lake.
The placid water ripples
To the bridge and back
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