Autumn drifts by all to quickly.
Red leaves are soon only a memory.
Color dapples the once gray rocks.
Winter’s cold hand will soon pluck all that remains.
Autumn helps one not only to see the beauty but to feel it.
Like a dream, soon that vibrant colors and feelings fades.
The season changes to quickly like rushing water.
Delicate colors soon to be washed away.
If only one could slow this season.
As Autumn drifts by all to quickly.
May you be blessed with not just seeing, but feeling the presence of God in Autumn’s color
and have a
Good Morning… Good Afternoon… Good Night…
What ever it is to you.
Photo & Words
by
Here I Am/Carrie