Autumn paints with brilliant flare
To dress the land in colors bold.
She will pull out "all the stops"
And splash about her red and gold.
She'll celebrate the passing year
In festive manner with her art
And show to us her myriad hues
Before the winter has it's start.
Autumn leaves a special warmth
To cheer us on in days to come
And then she quietly withdraws
As winter starts to play it's drum.
"O Lord our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth!"
Psalm 8:9 KJV
© 2008 Arlene Schwartzkopf