Shining sun
kissing the snow capped mountains
Cold air raising the hair on my arms
as sun beams warm my hair
Apple leaves
a handful
resisting the urge
to fall
reaching toward the
winter sun
with hope
and diligence
bravery and
defiance.
They will fall
We all will fall
but not today
today I am above the fog
today I am nestled in the
wings of God
and safe .
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