September
Brisk air forces the sun
to hide its carefree
summer face.
Lack of light
Ignites the fires of fall,
leaving a blazing trail
of vivid colors behind.
Chill winds blow,
carving paths to winter.
September is the gateway
to cozy fires,
and homemade soup.
A brief respite before
winter clutches the earth
in its icy fingertips.
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*Published by Poetry Quarterly
Winter 2014Fall on the Mountain
Mountain breeze begins to blow
bright colors drift slowly down
sunbeam glitter sparks each leaf
silence and peace abound--the
changing season--a gift from
the Master of all beauty
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Nells Wasilewski lives in a small southern town, seventy miles southeast of Nashville, Tennessee with her husband, Walter. She retired from the mortgage industry in 2011 and began pursuing her lifelong dream of writing. Her writing has been greatly influenced by her faith in Jesus Christ, her own experiences and nature. She is currently working on daily devotionals.
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