Claire V. Bogdanos

I feel the mist that covers all

While winding through the shades of fall

Seems life survives beneath this tent

Of autumn days that God has sent.

The leaves that fly along the street

Now dog the foosteps of our feet,

Ambitious winds that heave and sigh

Impatient now await goodbye.

The seasons come, the seasons go

This is the pattern that we know

So little changes as we pass

Our lives before God’s looking glass !