Come, walk the wooded way with me;
There’s Autumn in the air.
Yellow, burgundy, orange, green,
The path is covered with dying leaves,
Crackling as I stroll.
While others come dancing down on my head
With a little rock and a roll.
Clouds in the sky float comfortably by
As shadow and light are playing.
Little birds flit about; they can’t help but
– I just wonder what they are saying!
It’s a joy to journey in the woods alone,
to mimic the deer as I wend.
But it’s even a greater joy to me
To journey with you, my friend.
~ By Sr. Joan Metzner, Seasons of Life
Photo Credits: Stephanie Conning, Archivist