Oh, Creator, I feel it
The change of the season.
There is and Apple crispness to the Air.
A snap that only happens this time of year.
The change of the season.
Creator, I am in wonder
At the signs you send, the little hints
To all your children.
We humans break out the sweater.
I see the Squirrels really busy.
I've even noticed some of the winter birds
Shoring up their homes.
Oh, Creator, I feel it coming
The change of the season.
The Apple crisp air.
The leaves as they start to change.
Pulling in, pulling inward.
Thank you for the hints of wonder.
Thank you for the beautiful days yet to come.
Thank you Creator.
The change of season comes.
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