The Gift of Fall

The comfort

of same.

Crisp days

the changing

season

affirms

a creation

that offers

quiet.

Birds heading

south

fiery colors

vibrant

every hue

becomes

the palette

of fall.

Flowers bending

to sleep

leaves falling

to become

their protector

a time

for rest.

Hold on.

Don’t let go.

Be still.

God reminds

in

the same.

jacqueline/jones/shields

10.10.20

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