Sweet November Days

 

Sweet November days colder than the rest,
Colors in our eyes; reds and orange the best,
We walk this autumn field in early older age,
Your tender hand in mine is scripted on each page.

 

The future is so bright with colors bursting forth,
Within this life of hope; I think its pointing north!
I thank the Lord above for all that He has giv’n,
For springtime flowers bright, and winter white snow driv’n,

 

Where ever life may lead the autumn comes to all,
The urban; country roads see colored leaves of fall,
Just find a finer friend and grab them by the hand,
And, guide them to the world, with red and orange so grand!

 

Peter Lowell Paulson
November 20, 2013