Autumn is such an exciting time of year!  As a child growing up in the cornfields of Ohio, autumn meant glorious color, the famous pumpkin show in Circleville, and roadside stands to enjoy fresh cider and doughnuts.  The church youth group held hayrides followed by guitar-strumming singalongs around a bonfire after our invigorating ride.  Hot dogs, roasted marshmallows, and all the hot chocolate we could drink kept us warm in the chilly night under the stars. 

 

Autumn continues to inspire me to write poetry and prose.  Enjoy the leaves as God paints His awesome masterpiece in nature. 

 

 

 

September whispers its cue for autumn's grand ballet.

Anticipation stirs the air as

Night costumes trees in secret.

Burnished bronze and copper

await the morning sun,

Nature's stained glass in golden light.

 

Drawn to the windows,

My breath stills in the hypnosis of color.

Slender dogwood branches startle with crimson,

Their silhouette against a mural of gold.

 

Entranced, I linger, my gaze unbroken.

Hours pass, tasks untouched.  I watch

Red leaves piroutte and swirl from tall maples

and towering white oaks.

Trees weep their leaves to the sun-

dappled earth.

 

Light speaks her silent language of beauty,

As I look through autumn's windowpane

to heaven.