I love rainstorms with
light breezes
and sunny skies
peeking through the charcoal clouds...
it speaks of a promise
I cannot tell,
but I know this:
a miracle is coming...
I can FEEL it on the wind-
pumpkins topple on the porch
as thin whips of smoke
curl up from
chimney tops,
that heavenly aroma of
burning firewood
mingling with crisp autumn air~
perfection in a day
There is just something about the crisp October days, a
chill in the air, hot cocoa in hand, blanket draped just
so, accompanied outside by bare toes that still remember
the warmth of the sun...Authors comment
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Published on e-Stories.org on 03/01/2011.
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