Whispers Upon The Wind

The softest voice
Brings a smile to my face
Secrets are shared
In this holiest place

Boughs creak and sway
Reaching out to me
Listening to what they say
Whispers of what will be

We talk of seasons past
Of those yet to come
Of things that will last
And where we are from

But the day grows long
So I must take my leave
While they whisper a song
To the story they weave

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First Snow

The first snow of winter falls
Beyond these frosted panes
Feather dust upon the grass
As no season is meant to last

Soon a blanket of winter down
Will spread its wings around
While spring slumbers below
Waiting beneath the fallen snow

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Autumn

The flowers have all gone
Most of the leaves as well
But change is for the best
A new story nature will tell

The crunch underfoot
Still can make me smile
Along quiet forest trails
For mile after mile

Soon snowy blankets
Will cover the land
From hilltop to valley
Walking hand in hand

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So Ordinary

Leaves are fading
So ordinary
Another year is gone
Watching the hours
Watching the colors change
So ordinary

This place is all I know
So ordinary
Show me the magic
Beyond this day
Something to reach for
Not so ordinary

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Stand Alone

Lonely tree o’er in yonder field
stand alone without a word
forces push from all around
yet stand so strong and proud

Lonely tree o’er in yonder field
on your branches not a single bird
but you do not make a sound
as winter spreads her shroud

Lonely tree o’er in yonder field
your message I have heard
spring will come and sun abound
and again life shall sing aloud

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Twilight Serenade

The ghost of summer fades
Lost butterfly on failing wings
Fly your last in the cold chill air
Fading as if you were never there

A path that is so erratic
Yet you try to find your way
So much like everyone else
Looking for the way ourselves

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Chill

The morning chill settles
Upon fingers and toes
Autumn dawn, a frosted rose

Crisp days are upon us now
Scents of the coming snow
Hints that winter is in tow

Tingling skin on this dawn
Bundled tight against the cold
Biting deeper as we grow old

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Whispers

In the deep woods
Whispered voices speak
Of past summers
And joyous days
In sun dappled warmth

Chilled days stealing leaves
As Winter calls to fall
Grip the earth, still warm
With roots of ages past
Few will visit these barrens

So we will sleep in silence
Wrapped in snowy days
The quiet of winter comes
Now rest on hidden trails
Awaiting spring and the coming sun

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Autumn Dawn

Clouds of lace full of grace
Drift in the Autumns sky
Chilling air drifting there
Watching as they pass by

Seasons pass as nothing lasts
As is the way of things
No questions here left to ask
Observing the birds that sing

Sitting here in the early chill
Peaceful quiet and thought
Creeping smiles upon this face
In joy this morning has brought

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Days Of Summer

Summer days are passing by
Autumns creep; the blink of an eye
Cooler days bring the rains
Never the one to complain

Crisp walks among the leaves
Forest paths as the earth heaves
Sitting writing on the forest floor
No one could ever ask for more

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