Saints Calling
All Saints Day arrives
The weather strangely warms
Our saints of old ride in
On a glorious, gusty
Fall breeze that bellows through the trees.
It will bring rain before
The day is through.
As mother earth turns her attention
Toward the winter solstice
We turn ours toward Thanksgiving,
Advent, Christmas
And the new year on its way.
One last mosquito bites
Asking us to remember summer
And what went before
that brings us to this gusty day.
JEHW
November 1, 2013
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