The morning star makes her exit Illuminating the sky, of ocean blue, an amazing view, another day is nigh.
Soft breezes caress the fallen leaves lifting them one last time, in all their glory, a seasonal story, in this colorful life of mine.
Apples ripen on the trees walnuts drift to the ground, in my mind are happier times, as fall once more comes round.
Winter soon here, days will shorten, but sure as the tides come and go, my heart will give way praising God for today, as the mystery of tomorrow unfolds.