By Autumn’s Grace

By Autumn’s Grace

By Curt Vaughn

You see an autumn leaf falling to the ground,

I see an old book dive-bombing through the air.

You see brown and gold trees over hillsides,

I see living clouds over endless oceans of light.

You feel cold breezes sneaking up along your neck,

I feel an invisible dancer slowly wrapping me with her scarf.

You see and feel a misty morning and a big bright moon at night,

I see and feel a storybook coming to life and a spotlight from above.

You taste pumpkin, candy, pecans, and turkey delight all through the night,

I taste joy, laughter, tradition, and family and friends that never end.

So what does autumn mean to you when it peaks its head this time of year,

Well to me it is that warm embrace that never feels out of place

thanks to true grace by autumn’s Grace.

Quick draw brushes and Flash Cards of Faith

Quick draw Brushes and Flash Cards of Faith

By Curt Vaughn

I paint words in my mouth with quick draw brushes.  And while I look for my library books to read aloud in the loud and crowed restaurant, I drop all the plates but no one applauds. Can you hear the crickets sing, or is that just me.  And as I drop back in my chair I use my telescope eyes with mood ring detectors to poll the electorate of future book clubs to see if this paint can be scraped from my tongue.  Oh were are my flash cards of faith when I need them, then I remember they can never be lost for they are attached to my heart.  So, check your brushes at the door because there is always an open door for all to be loved forevermore.