Poetry by Jeanette Dowdell: “In Each Golden Day”

gold leaves

Fall is waiting in the wings; it’s on its way,
Memories will emblazon living pictures of nature at play,
Like chameleons on twigs, leaves will quiver with color change,
Their hues will struggle to hold their richness within their range,
As their sap of life dries and they loose their grip,
From green to yellow, from red to rust, they feel their hold slip,
They fly loose, and whip round on the wind,
Until they find ground and are pinned,
But, they are not dead – never will be,
For they, fertilize, fed, and give life, you see,
So that golden glow that lights our world’s fall sunlight,
Will add color to our next spring’s flowers bright,
And, as you see the sunset gently kiss the trees of fall,
They may be bared, but their silhouettes stand straight and tall,
Tall, as the memories you will hold of these golden hours,
To recall with warmth, as you shiver, under winter’s powers,
Our seasons share such a wonderful show,
Ever different, as they come and go,
Enjoy them now; enjoy them later, each in their own time,
Enjoy the magnificent beauty of each season in its prime,
But for now, fall is on its way,
Stay tuned, and remember, God’s love is…
“IN EACH GOLDEN DAY”

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