Golden summer is over

But promising new day

A rainbow across the sky

Points an end to the gray

In the beating tide

Of the birds on wing

Is a whispered promise

Of the coming Spring

Beyond the rising storm

Shines a sun of warming gold

Always there

Ever near

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Through the wind

I hear the sigh of God

His soul apparent

In the Morning Star

I see His face

On the wings of the Eagle

The taste of the grape

Is His hope and grace....

In the still of my heart

At the twilight of summer

Love plants a seed

And grows for the winter.

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 Wind bent boughs to sodden earth;

Winged singers flee to cloud top;

Golden beams reach aslant

Seeking home on earth. . .

Crystal light ascends, descends

Abounds, releasing flashes of 

Heavens colors.

Perambulating objects obey the dictates

of the wind;

Movement but not life

Excused to whimsy.

Sounds of rustling, murmering,

Lifting and falling

Creaks, groans, laughter, sighing

Roaring;

Who speaks announcing Storm?

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Some beautiful music to listen to and enjoy.