Tis’ blissful things that autumn brings
each and every year,
like changing colors of the leaves
which make us smile and cheer.

Tis’ blissful things that autumn brings
like raking leaves every day,
The wind toying with emotions
as our work blows away.

Tis’ blissful things that autumn brings
this special time of year,
From hot to cold the weather swings
like the flu running rampant here.

Tis’ blissful things that autumn brings
soon we’ll be stringing lights,
After which we read Greek
assembling toys and bikes.

Tis’ blissful things that autumn brings
Thank god it’s once a year.

What can one say it was what I would say was a perfect day.  The sky was blue, the clouds a nice soft white, the water calm and the temperature perfect.  Whom could ask for a better gift.

Sunny days amidst the spring,
Praying ’tis not ruined by rain.
Rallying to a fresh new sport,
Intently masking all the pain.
Never there’s been a better port,
Gracefully hiding all the shame.

Bringing out what’s held me back,
Living for what comes up next.
Owning up to what I lack,
Opting for a life less complex.
Moving towards a new beginning,
with this and every Spring Bloom.

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