" Time To Pause "
Leaves turning from green, to brown and gold.
As the world prepares to rest, and all is on hold.
Dressing in their night ware ...as they ..lie down to sleep.
All bundled in ....cold and snow..to slumber..so deep.
Leaves falling down, left to wrestle upon the ground.
Picked up and tossed...as the wind blows them around.
A quiet time is autumn...the world comes to rest:
Like a small child held...to it's mother's breast.
Time to pause and think...or...to stop and dream.
As crisp air...returns thoughts to yesterdays..things.
"God" takes the time to paint such glorious views;
To be shared by all in life.....and "you."
Walk through the trees, or tour the country on long rides;
See all of the changing colors, upon the country side.
Store up the pictures...inside of your heart;
So in the depths of winter...they still will be a part...
Of life's sweet dreams...by a warm winter's fire.
In the autumn years....as eyes close...when you tire.
Written by Valentine