by Nicki Strudwick
Autumn thoughts.....
This prose hopefully reflects how creation infinitely works together for the glory of God.
The early morning mist, Rolls over the land, The sheep are left to feed, In the corner. The shepherd will return And count the flock At the eve of the day. The rose hips and brambles Have strewn themselves And tangled around trees Amongst gold leaves. The last of the berries Give one last push As they anchor on stems The last harvest. As the sun begins to rise The mist will go And fallow deer shall graze On dewy grass. Spiders webs will sparkle
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