O Quiet October
O quiet October morning breeze
which leaves have turned towards the fall
if autumn’s rain begins to come
should to the ground bring them all.
The geese above the forest fly
when bitter cold begins to form
O hushed October morning mild
be still my heart to winter born.
Release a leaf at morning’s dawn
as daylight brings its morning mist
and yet another in evening’s light
enchant us with colors of amethyst.
Slowly, Slowly! For Father trees sake
whose leaves have fallen on the ground
and paved a way in which to trod
as they gently fell without a sound.
By Donna G Fowler
So hard to believe that October is almost half over already. Where does the time fly?
Have a blessed Sunday everyone ~ Donna