I just came in and wrote this down. The sun was setting. The wind was blowing. I felt the Love of The Creator. I was overcome with joy and thankfulness.
October Skies
The blue that's pure, so clean, and true
with cirrus clouds lace tatting strewn
the sun now glimmers in prism streams
a cooling wind blows Autumn dreams
all I see through Heaven's glorious eyes
are the beauties of October skies.
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2016-10-24 at 00:25
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