This is the time to put aside theyesterdays now gone. The sadness and the sorrows. The tears and the pain that linger so. Before the last rose begins to lose its petals. Fading from view the beauty it once held. 
A new season is about to begin, it can be felt in the wind. A new song is about to be sung. As Autumn arrives to color your world with yellows and golds. As the green leaves change leaving behind the old.
Changing, always changing, things never remain the same. Pumpkins of orange decorating door ways. Children in Halloween costumes, knocking on doors. The creeking sounds on old wooden floors.
Country roads of yellows, oranges and golds. A cool brisk wind blows through the meadows. Fall has arrived as the welcoming in of Autumn begins.
written by: Paula aka Angel Of Love September 30, 2003 |
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