What that poem means to me.

This is a poem about my favorite holiday, Halloween.

We are soulmates.

My Footsteps.

Seasonal Poetry, winter.

Everybody leaves their footprints in life.

Just last week I was on a trip in the mountains to enjoy the changing of the autums leaves and to enjoy the crisp, cool days of fall. My biggest surprise was the snow storm that blew in unexpectedly and left us with about eight inches of white fluff on the beautiful autumn leaves. It hasn’t snowed here in October since 1956. What a wonderful surprise. I loved it! Hope you enjoy this poem about my "autumn snow".

The order in our lives are shaped by many forces – naturally and heavenly, that give us meaning.

As a lamp unto this world a prophet gathers a flock through his omniscience and clarity of thought.

The poetess feels the presence of God and thanks Him for being there for mankind.