Saturday, October 17, 2009
The leaves whisper softely,
as they scurry to the ground,
Their beauty so magnificent
encircleing all around,
colors of aspin gold
rest beneath my feet.
The sun peaking through
the half bare trees
shines warm upon my face.
A light, gentle Fall breeze
blows through my hair
awakening the leaves
to and fro.
Giving a sense of renewal.
I smile as
crisp, smokey scents
lingering in the air.
The senses of Autumn
reminds us all
Poem above was written by my Sister Verna Cluchey (2003)
When Summer flowers are gone and Autumn embers burst forth in splendor with a golden glow, oh I am happy in the joy of living.
When pensive Autumn makes her glorious bow.
The air is crisp the maple leaves are yellow;
The trunks are storing sugar sweet and good
The squirrels and other tiny woodland creatures
Have found a place to hoard their Winter's food.
The trees are dropping apples in the orchar;
The moon's a golden lanter up above.
And everywhere we look we see reflected
The goodness of our gracious God of Love.
Enter into His gates with
Thanksgiving and into His courts with
praise: be Thankful unto Him, and
bless His name.