conscious living poetry journal
Poetry in Search of Meaning
Saturday, September 13, 2003
Fall is knocking at our door
Fall
By John Muir
The winds will blow their own freshness into you,
and the storms their energy,
while cares will drop away from you
like the leaves of Autumn.
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