Autumn’s glory shines
maples flame and birch blaze
melting into gold
Raindrops fall with tears
windshield wipers ticking time
sorrow’s misty fog
Precious Autumn flies
away to heaven’s blest blue
singing with angels
Sweet life is brief as
burning leaves and turning seasons
ashes to ashes.
(In honor of Autumn Elgersma, age 3, of Orange City who
left this world bereft on October 31, 2013)
a poem in my pocket 
Nov 07, 2013 @ 14:15:26
That is beautiful and insightful, and a wonderful use of so few words that carry double meanings for our community at this time of grief for an Autumn now gone. Thanks for sharing your gift.
Nov 07, 2013 @ 16:59:27
Any words of inspiration or comfort are from God…sometimes through us! Your comment blessed me.
Nov 06, 2013 @ 17:08:47
our leaves are long gone
winter comes early and stays long here
Nov 07, 2013 @ 02:37:00
The leaves of gold are falling with the first snow here.