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  • Stepped out my door
    this fresh clear morning
    greeted by an autumn wind

    the shivering chill refreshing
    that chill to herald
    summer's end

    and smiled. I am not kin
    to swelt'ring heat
    not icy frost and hoar of winter.

    Yet the rustling branches,
    tinkling chimes, and silent moments in between
    do set my mind at ease.

    Another season past, fresh, fragrant air
    and time to savor the repast
    of all His blessings and my labor.

    Time now to arrogantly plan
    another garden, aware
    my plans are not my Lord's

    and all that I propose
    in days and hours before me
    are nothing in His sight.

    There is more beauty in a sunrise or a single rose,
    than any words I may compose
    yet, here I am again
    pen in hand
    relying on His grace for inspiration

    given in abundance
    as the seasons pass
    sparked by the rising
    of an autumn wind.


    Music is from Enya, Silver Inches from the album A Day Without Rain. The illustration is my own.
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