October Sunshine

By John I. Blair

The old familiar sunshine
My foe in summer
Fills the window now
With welcome warmth.

Above the treetops
A clear blue sky
Glows like no sapphire
Ever dreamt of.

Cardinals, finches, chickadees
Flash from branch to branch,
Festooning the feeders,
Fattening up for frosty nights.

Brightening our urban yard
Autumn blooms draw butterflies . . .
Mistflowers, Mexican petunias,
Creamy orange lantanas.

These are the days when faith returns
That She who puts us all to bed
For our reluctant winter nap
Is still to be trusted, still to be loved.

©2011 John I. Blair

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