'Autumn at Keefer Lake' (2025) with an accompanying poem by my very talented niece, Carolyn Dawn Kinoshita

 

Autumn Calling

 

Autumn falls with gold

As if God's gift before the cold.

The winter winds will soon be nigh,

And longing hearts for spring will sigh.

The seasons do churn

As warmth to chill does turn.

Time in its seasons is never still,

Never faltering, never will.

Never a moment let regret reside,

Lest bitterness soon also abide.

Outwardly, the furies may blow,

But a grateful heart true warmth will know.

 

C.Hill