Blogging Poetry

Autumn’s Message

Autumn whispers, do you hear?

Today, I felt Autumn near.

Her wispy touch spoke of things,

Rust, yellow… all things between.

Breeze calls, Her whispers, I hear.

She speaks of longing and loss.

She whispers of things forlorn.

She sings for those who’ve gone on,

Consenting for You to cross.

Autumn’s message, sing along,

Her lullaby, calls to You,

She, Her Grace, will help You through,

Winter’s grip, to see the Dawn.

© CGT, 2017.

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