Treasure Island

Lynne FincherSpringarden

Season's of the Soul

Quiet is the autumn sun
Purified in God's own light
This day star of divinity
As it fades into the peaceful night

Valerian dreams they hang in the sky
Like timber wolves tracks in the snow
Winter looms near after autumns last song
And the geese fly south, as they know

Now is the time when the bud doth decline
And the leaves they do carpet the ground
No sooner than this with the suns perfect kiss
Soon spring will be right back around.

As this tide of life is turning
God's sweet grace is soon imparted
Natures message to awaken
But only for the open hearted

Thus are the seasons of our soul
From the moment of our birth
Life a blessed thing of beauty
This joyful passage here on earth

Submitted: Monday, October 15, 2012
Edited: Monday, October 15, 2012

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