Hopeful Fall

degas autumn

Edgar Degas

Summer quietly comes and stays
exposing most of my restless ways.
Apathetic breeze blows without reason;
cringing heart decries this season.
I wonder if, after all,
my life will settle upon hopeful Fall.
And wringing hands of sultry ways
will cool with sight on cooler days.
Peace subsides with downcast eyes
as darker days mask bluer skies.
And a smile returns to malleable soul
as God Himself shall make me whole.

(c) 2017 Rick Stassi

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