Come November

My soul clings to the dust; Revive me according to Your word. I have declared my ways, and You answered me; Teach me Your statutes.

Psalm 119:25-26

Dusk settles as dust 
across earthen land,
as warmth seeps 
slowing from woodland
stretched before me 
like a downed comforter.

Come warmth, come
and slip between leaf’s 
edges, slide down 
empty limbs as
luminous sun grins 
across the autumn sky.

Autumn charms
man’s inner soul,
tricks the body’s
brisk well being;
but the mind knows
this is November!

Breathe in the last
of lingering warmth;
let it radiate, resonate,
regurgitate before
the killing frost returns
to blanket the earth.

May I cling to
Your blest Word,
as sunshine on
the chilled earth
warms this soul.
Teach me…

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