A poem to Welcome Fall

Oh do you feel the cold breeze blow?

Promising winter chills and falling snow

Whispering that leaves are changing

Colors bright, colors fading

Blow, breeze blow! Bring your peace

Chimneys smoking, cozy fleece

Cups of warmth wrapped tight in hands

Sheep wool skies, a quieted land

The air holds fall, winter close behind

Lay back sweet soul, breathe restless mind

Inhale deep, the fresh wind blowing

Close your eyes, exhale knowing

The fingers of God move through your hair

Whispering to you, dear one, a new season will soon be here

The painter of the valleys and hills has begun

So open the window, and let the fresh air come

Copyright 2015 Aimee Haywood