Autumn morning

prayers of my heart, a collection of articles and writings by C. Alicia Randolph


The early morning is quiet

Gone are the constant buzzes

The unceasing hums

Of cicadas

That for the last month or so

Have announced

The shortening of days

The lengthening of nights

The deepening of darkness

Surrounding the golden moments

Of Summer’s ending light

The lone chickadee

Chirping the morning news

From the branch of my beloved

Honey locust tree

To anyone who will listen

Knows that Autumn days are

Quickly fleeing away

As if this year

This season of beauty

Is looking for an escape

Colors have been vibrant

In this pandemic autumn

Deep hues

Gorgeous shades that almost sing

That shimmer in the light

Calling all to notice

This gift meant to cheer 

But this morning

In the new quiet

Autumn reveals a secret

It is sad

Very sad

Painfully sad

Because the world is sad

My heart joins with Autumn

This quiet morning

And proclaims to…

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