Walking in crackly wood
On an autumn day
All things gold and brown
Dried leaves and dead branches
Crisp and easily snapped
Nosegay aroma, scents and fragrances about
Fills the air where my mind and soul lives
close to my cabin’s hearth
Bringing thoughts of warmth and love
Recalling being nuzzled to mother’s breast
Yea, the earth is my mother too
and her bosom ever so sweet
as feeling and real to the touch
Changing her dress as winter nears
shamelessly, seamlessly and naturally
Never too busy to invite us
to walk in her colorful fold
To me she is the prettiest of her sisters
Winter, Spring and Summer
As I adore and worship her
In the Autumn of My Years
Hoping to see her many more times
Wishing her presence many more years
While life plays with all man’s plans
I pray to see her again and ever…
Asta Dido
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