This popped into my head a few days ago in response to a blog post I read. I thought I would share here. Hopefully this will become a regular weekly thing. We’ll see. For now, I hope you enjoy.
The golden summer glow
Fades to autumn’s golden leaves.
Then the first hints of snow
Shine silver on the eaves.
The future lies in shadow,
But the fire now is warm.
The harvest is uncertain,
But my heart still is calm.
When comes the storm before us?
When blows the bitter wind?
It comes like each day dawning
And goes with each night’s end.
Look up, hope shines above you,
It never fades away.
The storm can only hide it,
Never blow its light away.
“A Touch of Hope” and “Summer’s End” copyright © 2022 by Heather Strickler, all rights reserved.