Gently spinning, twirling …..Silence the golden sound <br />Crisp ashy brown <br />Falling down <br />Golden yellow, amber red <br />Slowly descending to its bed <br /> <br />Golden strands of Irish fair <br />Brush gently along my face <br />Cool crisp tingling air <br />Suddenly I become lost in this place <br /> <br />Pausing…… slowly inhaling <br />A warmness touches my soul <br />Autumns beauty unveiling <br />Serenity from the Master, taking control <br /> <br />His grace finds me here in this creation <br />The wooded area becomes my salvation <br />I am free from all that binds me <br />Cleansing my soul, underneath the mighty oak tree<br /><br />Patricia Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/his-poetry-in-motion/
