The Geese are on the Wing

There’s a stirring in the air; the geese are on the wing. Gray clouds scurry over trees that shed clothing worn since spring.

The v-shape points toward the south where the geese seek winter homes, and northern winds are threatening here where summer used to roam.

There’s a stirring in the air, though my soul is at ease with thoughts of home, and fires, and love, and God’s sweet Autumn peace.

He hath made every thing beautiful in his time:

Ecclesiastes 3:11

He appointed the moon for seasons: the sun knoweth his going down.

Psalm 104:19

And he changeth the times and the seasons: he removeth kings, and setteth up kings: he giveth wisdom unto the wise, and knowledge to them that know understanding:

Daniel 2:21

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