A fall poem to share from Barb Wiatrak Young.

Just a reminder Barb and I went to high school together in Pasadena Texas. To give you a setting for this poem, she currently lives in Utah. These are seasonal thoughts she shares with us to enjoy and can ponder to move us into a higher peaceful state of mind. Please forward her words to share with friends and family. Enjoy.

Colors

by barb wiatrak young 

All around like shimmering dubloons,

Aspens rain their leaves of gold...

Oaks on fire with crimson, scarlet...

Explode with color and unfold

Overhead the sky seems painted

In a periwinkle blue,

With clouds of cotton, fluffy white..

Shyly, softly peeking through...

Old man winters smile is kindly..

On autumns colors blazing hue..

For so soon his frosty paintbrush

Will with white those trees imbue...

For the fall gives forth to winter

Then winter flees on frosted wing,

Making way for purple violets

And the haunting song of spring...

I am so oft reminded as I ponder

How like the seasons are our years

Spring and summer, fall and winter

Through the trials, and smiles and tears...

It seems in spring, we have forever,

But summers chores seem never done

Hastily comes fall and retrospect

For the days so quickly run..

Winter is so very sudden

Lingering soft upon our brow..

Making days so much more precious

While we live the here and now...

Happy Thanksgiving!

Be grateful for your many forgotten blessings you've received during this past year.

   

A day to share with family and good friends.

Mary Dove

Bye for now.