Leaves, spiraling softly down -
colouring the ground;
Crimson, claret, amber, orange -
browns spread around.
Colours blending from God’s own pallette
bring us Autumn’s Glory;
The brisk, cool breeze - mittens donned -
all tell Autumn’s story.
Children laughing with utmost glee
as they jump in a leafy pile;
Carefree Autumn, with squirrels scooting -
gathering nuts with style.
Smoke ascending from chimney tops
and reaching to the skies;
Mothers busy with pumpkins and apples -
baking favourite pies.
The season is joyful with all it holds -
everything bright with hope;
Holidays near, that time of year
when Peace our hearts promote.
Colours no other season can boast -
Autumn is God’s own way
To bring together family and friends;
Autumn’s Glory is God’s “Hurray!”
©Joan Adams Burchell
(September 26, 2006)