There's a crispness in the air that greets the morning sun, a feeling of anticipation, a new day has begun. Harvest days are ending, winter is drawing near, yet in between is surely the most special time of year. They call it Indian Summer, and it seems to fit the bill, for it's as if the Lord took a feathered brush and painted all the hills.
Now as I sit contented, atop of one of these, a book in hand to pass the time, the sound of a gentle breeze, I can almost imagine an Indian child upon this mountaintop, looking down at the land of her forefathers, lost within her thoughts For in every persons lifetime some heartache may occur, but on these hills in quiet solitude, God helps us to endure.
So I say that the eyes are a window, beauty is found within the soul, and upon the hills of Autumn, that are strewn with red and gold.
Fall has arrived
- by Lauren58
The gush of wind blew my hair, Straight up to the unforgiving air. Fall was peaking around the trees, Leaves would pile high, soon up to my knees. Hello orange, yellow, and red, goodbye green, Bye-bye June, July, and August, hello Halloween. The warmth is gone and won
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