Sharing the Days

Sometimes a simple weekend is a gift
And, in the fall,
It is a joy
As the crisp morning air
Gently rubs away the green of summer
And spatters the landscape with colors
Before the rush of the seasons of giving --
Of Thanks and of Love.









Sometimes a quiet weekend is a joy
And, in the fall,
It is a gift
As sunlight sifts through drifting leaves
And calms the soul
To begin the seasons of giving --
Of Thanks and of Love.



This past weekend, simple and quiet shared the days.



AAB