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Sep 2016
A gust of autumn's wind.
And the leaves dance down.
So many at once.
Like a shower of
glimmering gold coins.
Falling to the earth.
I stare out my window.
At gusts
and
showers of gold.
And I am
wonderstruck.

(edited)
The glory of God's creation always leaves me wonderstruck. :)
The Faithful Dreamer
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The Faithful Dreamer  Canada
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