A serene rain drips from the sky
Washing the world clean in silent tears,
A soft beauty under full gray clouds.
Workers will dodge through sodden crowds
As the business week begins again…
Breathe in the crisp air.
Close the umbrella, if you dare.
Feel the chilled droplets of autumn
As rusty leaves slither to the ground.
by Deborah A. Bowman
A rich day of sun and reflection
As early autumn sneaks into our lives.
The time of bountiful renewal is expected
As the orchards and harvest thrive,
Preparing for winter’s sleep.
But in saying goodbye to another season,
Do not linger in sorrow and weep.
All has come and gone for a reason
For tomorrow brings its own awe-inspiring scene.
In the bright colors of God’s paintbrush,
Sunday is perfect … silent, glowing, serene.
A whispered breath of glory; do not rush
Through a day of splendor!
by Deborah A. Bowman
Where did the days go?
So quickly and so silently
Stealing swiftly to-and-fro
I lost a season
Without a reason.
But the beauty of autumn
Beckons us all
Ease the heat and humidity from
Every locale and lull
Us blessedly into the harvest
So that the earth’s bounty may rest.
by Deborah A. Bowman
BowmanAuthor and Writer/Editor 