Please Let All The Graphics Load Before Scrolling! View with FULL Screen!! As the long hot days of summer come to an end, autumn arrives with it's crisp, cool shortened days. And our thoughts turn towards preparation for the long cold wintery season ahead.Autumn days are bright reds, oranges, yellows, and even varied shades of browns. As the greens of spring and summer fade away and plant life goes into hibernation for the frigid wintry days ahead. Cold frigid morning heavy frost all around. He has a hearty breakfast and hot coffee, dressed in layers against the fingers of bitter cold he traipses to storage shed and hefts the axe. Walks briskly to the woodpile a spring in his step. Squints upwards at the sun thro' newly bared branches. Breath a visible vapor. Places first piece of wood on stump, swings the axe in an arc. Ah the crisp splitting of the wood, a satisfying sound. One chunk after another repetitive motions. Satisfaction felt within as this pile gets smaller while that one grows bigger. Sun moves quickly across the sky shortness of days very noticeable. Screen door slams! glancing up while placing more wood on the growing pile. Smile spreads across his face as she approaches carrying two steaming mugs of hot chocolate. Eyes meet as he takes the mug as well as a much needed break. Smiles exchanged, mean so much. He happy to be cared for she thinking of the warmth and cuddlin' in front of the fires built with wood split by his hardworking hands. She waits while he finishes. Together they walk back to the house. Janice © Nov 4,1998 All rights reserved. This poem may not be distributed or copied without the express permission from the author. Just as the autumn days are short, so is this page. Short but pleasant to the senses, and the love shared in this verse is long lasting and sweet. A sincere thank you to EVERY person who has served our country, to preserve our freedoms, both in the past and the present. And I pray for their peace of mind. Send me a note? Tell me what you're thinking. Thank you for visiting my page and reading what I have written here. I hope you have been touched and take something with you when you leave. GOD BLESS YOU! Smiles and Hugs!!!! jus me Janice . Pray for the Children, and be an advocate for them. To my knowledge the graphics on this page are all free graphics. If you know anything tothe contrary, let me knowand I will quickly change them or give the proper credit for them. Thank you! Please Visit My Other Sites Janice's Place Autumn's Chore Downpour Rain Must Fall Closetland In Stitches Hot Air Balloons Ice Sculpting Gardening "My Boy" Leafs' Flight A Birthday Party Love Winter Sign My GuestBook View My GuestBook You can get your custom cursor here.
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Cold frigid morning heavy frost all around. He has a hearty breakfast and hot coffee, dressed in layers
against the fingers of bitter cold he traipses to storage shed and hefts the axe.
Walks briskly to the woodpile
a spring in his step. Squints upwards at the sun thro' newly bared branches. Breath a visible vapor. Places first piece of wood on stump, swings the axe in an arc. Ah the crisp splitting of the wood, a satisfying sound. One chunk after another repetitive motions.
Satisfaction felt within as this pile gets smaller while that one grows bigger. Sun moves quickly across the sky shortness of days very noticeable.
Screen door slams! glancing up while placing more wood on the growing pile. Smile spreads across his face as she approaches carrying two steaming mugs of hot chocolate. Eyes meet as he takes the mug as well as a much needed break. Smiles exchanged, mean so much. He happy to be cared for she thinking of the warmth and cuddlin' in front of the fires
built with wood split by his hardworking hands. She waits while he finishes. Together they walk back to the house.
Janice © Nov 4,1998
All rights reserved. This poem may not be distributed or copied without the express permission from the author.
Just as the autumn days are short, so is this page. Short but pleasant to the senses, and the love shared in this verse is long lasting and sweet.
to EVERY person who has
served our country,
to preserve our freedoms,
both in the past and the present.
And I pray for their peace of mind.
Send me a note? Tell me what you're thinking.
Thank you for
visiting my page
and reading what I have written here. I hope you have been touched and take something with you when you leave. GOD BLESS YOU! Smiles and Hugs!!!! jus me
Janice
.
Pray for the Children, and be an advocate for them.
To my knowledge the graphics on this page are all free graphics. If you know anything tothe contrary, let me knowand I will quickly change them or give the proper credit for them. Thank you! Please Visit My Other Sites Janice's Place Autumn's Chore Downpour Rain Must Fall Closetland In Stitches Hot Air Balloons Ice Sculpting Gardening "My Boy" Leafs' Flight A Birthday Party Love Winter Sign My GuestBook View My GuestBook You can get your custom cursor here.
Please Visit My Other Sites
Sign My GuestBook
View My GuestBook
You can get your custom cursor here.