Signs of autumn in the air,

Leaves slowly lose their grip and fall gently to the ground,

Acorns pile up and seeds of all kinds are nestling into the earth,

Regeneration of life to come,

The air is fresher, the colors brilliant, the crops ready for harvest

And the smell of apple pies permeates our nostrils,

No more warm days of summer;

No more lazy days on the beach,

Birds flock up in hoards and escape to warmer climates,

The way we look at things in life can have a great effect on how we live it,

A negative observation often leads to negative behavior and attitude,

Lord, help me to look at things the way you intended them to be,

A gift from you,

With no strings attached,

The bounty of the seasons,

Is find beauty in all of Your creation.



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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4 Responses to LAST DAYS OF SUMMER

  1. oneta hayes says:

    I’ve never like Fall. It is beautiful, but I don’t like the dying part. In fact, however, it is the only way one becomes new again. Thanks for pointing that out again. I know but I need to be reminded.

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  2. Kathy, your poem reminds me of why I enjoy the autumn season so much. Paul’s painting takes me back to my wife’s hometown on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. May the spirit of autumn fill your cup to overflowing.

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