Autumn eats the warmth away,
But offers a feast in exchange.
It gives us light, a candle against a storm.
The wick is laughter before the snow,
It sets pumpkins and gourds aglow.
Autumn eats the garden sprouts,
But offers a bounty of time together.
It gives us leaves, an eternal tree.
The roots are us before we part,
It keeps connected in our hearts.
Autumn eats the summer nights,
But offers a harvest celebration.
It gives us frost, a picture in the sky.
The frame is fun beneath the icy clouds,
It makes birds fly south, while pines stand proud.
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Poesy and Prose
שיריםContaining songs, dreams, poems, and prose, this is a collection of my inner-most ramblings. When I need to unwind, I write.
