This is the day that the Lord has made.
Let us rejoice and be very glad in it.
Though our plans and dreams may fade,
and friends are far away, let’s sit.
Let’s look at all the beauty displayed.
Remember our friends, our hearts’ knit,
as we enjoy nature’s trees as they sway,
with gold and reds, all Fall’s colors fit.
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You painted your poem with brilliant gold and reds, all Fall’s colors fit, indeed, dear fellow-poet Kathryn Tyler Little. Though the words FALL (down) and WISHES (up) do not pursue same direction, in your poem are both divine, going upwards. Joseph Josephides Member of the International Society of Poets (ISP) Intern.Library of Poetry awarded