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Like a Comforter for the Soul

by Deborah T. Johnson


The tips of the trees
aflame with Autumn
Color sneaks and peeks from the green
And flicks like freckles
On the arm
of a hairy green bear
Sleeping, slumbering

The clouds playing
Frolicking in a blue quilt
They chase around with the sun
Like the golden ball
That it is,
Warming, then chilling
as it slides down the mountain
Uncovering and hiding
as the clouds dart across its path

Color sneaks out and giggles
with the wind as it
tickles, flitters across the river
up the bank
into your heart
Jumping in and out
of warm spots
Green so green that you
could reach right out
and pull it up like a comforter
over your soul.

© 2016 – 2017, Deborah T. Johnson. All rights reserved.

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4 Comments on "Like a Comforter for the Soul"

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love it beauty , lovely imagery


beautiful images , loved this! Did you know that this poem is seen at Facebook too? It got a comment there tooπŸ˜‡πŸ˜ŽπŸŒ·πŸŒΈπŸŒ·

Pagan Paul

I love Autumn. Such a nice flow to this write hun. Great imagery.


Gotta 5 star and bookmark this one Debbie, such a lovely warm glow leaps off the page straight into my heart, gorgeous writing my friend :)