Some can hardly wait to pile, then burn the beauty
That floats to their yard from looming trees yielding
Leaves of many patterns and jazzed hues, smelling fruity
Lures kids rolling thru’ rustling piles, joy so wielding.
I’ll take Fall over any season; so go ahead, color me Fall
Spring beauty so slow and dreamy, but Fall paints so fast
Masterpieces of glory reaching the sky, oh, beauty so tall
Splashes of gold, red, amber on branches lingering to be last.
Blessings reflected with each leaf riding the breezy wave
Times with family, bon fires of spirit, and campfire all a blaze.
Color me Fall, and forget Ol Man Winter, wish him to a cave
Let the beauty tell your heart of God’s unique, artistic ways.
Gina Ann Day © 1974
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