So long to the drama of youth
I long for the deep ochre days…
Of Autumn’s display in rich hues
Robe of splendour on earth now there lays….
Farewell to the flighty
Saplings will not long survive
Winter presses with torrents of fury
Barren Oak, tall and mighty
Yet most surely, she’s truly alive…
So dance now for me
Upon the blue sea
Of warm, wafting breezes do float…
Glittered leaves of pure gold
Crimson tales still untold
Autumn’s lady unbuttons her coat…
So branches blown bare
Her soul now does dare
In winter’s bosom to sleep…
Awaken she will, to fresh springtimes and harvests to reap…
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About Iris Woytowich
Iris lives in the Canadian prairies and has always loved to write poetry. She writes with a style that is both modern, yet reflecting the everlasting sameness of our great God and Saviour, Jesus Christ. Iris is married with two lovely school aged children, and has been privileged to remain at home during the course of their upbringing. Prior to this, she worked in long term health care. She has attended university where she enjoyed English studies as well as attained a certificate in Health Care Administration. Iris has a lifelong love of the arts where she has participated in dance, visual art, and of course poetry. She enjoys travelling, and also just seeing Christ revealed in everyday situations and occurrences.
iriswo@gmail.com
www.mynucerity.com/freshglow
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