Farmer’s Market

The bright colors of the harvest,

beckoned all walking along,

looking, smelling, tasting 

the freshness of it all.

Leaves turn red and yellow

to fall upon the ground.

Winters breath will once more blow,

snow piling upon the roads.

Remembering those days

of warmth as we strolled

looking, smelling and tasting

God’s bounty in our lives.

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