BoardFlak

Autumn Sun

In the glimmer of morning’s golden light
on stained glass hillsides of uncounted hues,
the crisp air carries birdsong clear and bright;
glad celebrations voiced in ones and twos.

Time inside tree cathedrals will inspire
thoughts of nature linking God and man.
Breezes ripple leaves, create dancing fire;
evoke the changes of the season’s span.

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In response to Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt:
https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/60360547/posts/2911516743

Published by BoardFlak

I have been writing, in some form or another, since 1967. In that year, I wrote a rather silly story about a cat and a mouse which my teacher allowed me to read in "episodes" when there was time at the end of class. While it may have been mainly for the break from teaching the rest of my classmates said they enjoyed it. I was hooked. I do not remember what year or on what board I made my first poetry post, but I have been around quite a while. In June 2015, I became a quadriplegic, which is why I have not been around for some time. I am now using voice recognition software called Dragon Naturally Speaking in order to post. I thank God that I still have my brain and my voice. To quote from Monty Python's Holy Grail, "I'm not dead yet!"

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