Fall

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Fall Breezes

Fall breezes are blowing,

the old man is near –

and as leaves settle quietly

I‘m devoid of all fear.

Fall breezes are blowing

as I take in the sound

of His voice moving swiftly

between the branches and ground.

Fall breezes are blowing

and I’m singing a tune -

how enchanting it is

to take a long walk with you.

Fall breezes are blowing,

the symphony’s here –

each part playing sweetly

during this time of year.

Fall breezes are blowing

and my soul’s filled with joy,

recalling days past

when I played as a boy.

Fall breezes are blowing

and my memories are full,

of a town by the river –

yes, I still feel its pull.

Fall breezes are blowing

and it’s my time to go, 

leaves blanketing paths

before the white winter’s snow.

~ Bill Breneman ~