Leaves are falling, winds are blowing,
Winter hastens near our door.
Autumn's hand is growing weary
From much colorful decor.
Winter's briskness issues call
With frosty windows, chilling breezes
'Fore it's snowflakes start to fall
And Autumn's duty softly eases.
Winter brings us to attention.
Snow may soon become the norm.
As she paints in white dimension
We are drawn to fires warm.
As the land is "wrapped" in rest
We'll give pause to praise our God.
He is worthy to be blessed
For times through which we've safely trod.
"It is a good thing to give thanks unto the Lord, and to sing praises unto thy name, O most High: to shew forth thy lovingkindness in the morning, and thy faithfulness every night."
Psalm 92:1-2 KJV
© 2010 Arlene Schwartzkopf