Oh Autumn

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Oh Autumn, sweet mistress of the rain
I feel thy gentle touch upon my face
The delicate brush of wind,
A lightly scented perfume
On the fog that lies like a blanket on the trees

Oh Autumn, bittersweet is thy name
Bearing love I cannot satiate
The promise of comfort within
A golden arbor in a wooded glen
Dark and rich with color in its olden age

Oh Autumn, give to me thy rest
as the setting sun falls below the earth
I seek the solace of a quiet winter
The warmth of a genial fire
And the blessed comfort of the ones I love 

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I have been writing on the web since 2000. I am a christian , a photographer, an occasional poet, a recovering dreamer, an occasional philosopher, a software developer, an autodidact, and i resemble the INFP personality type.

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