Autumn arrives like an old friend,
Unpacks his bags: gifts of color, cool weather,
Tastes and smells welcome and
Unmistakable. He takes much but gives
More, whispering through death of
Newness of life.
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And in these darker days late in the year,
When night falls sooner and we feel the chill
Of autumn in each breeze, we start with fear
But find amidst the ghosts and ghouls goodwill
As families and friends come out to play
And share some goodies too. Then as the air
Grows dry and cold, we mourn the loss of day
Yet turn to thanks, in fellowship and pray’r
And much good food. And then we put up lights
To fill the longest nights with hope and cheer.
The season’s stories, smells, tastes, sounds, and sights
Bring warmth unparalleled to end the year.
It’s true, the light is lesser now, but hark!
The angel’s song still sounds here in the dark!
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The cold has come, the darkness steals the day,
But not in ev’ry way.
For still some voices sing
Of home, a land untouched by this decay.
Though presently we feel the bitter sting
Of this scene’s disarray,
For those who know the King,
The final act is not the fall, but spring.
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