It won't be long till the
With its striking scenery,
With glorious sunsets blazing high,
When trees lose their greenery.
How a breathtaking awe so exists,
In a countryside's beauty,
As a Church's enhanced forest hues,
Cleave to God's serenity.
It's Autumn Reflections everywhere,
Overlooking this meadow,
As a majestic sweep of colors,
Touch the trees and leaves aglow.
It's a coloring of all the leaves,
And why Autumn time is here,
Nature's getting ready for Winter,
Watching Summer disappear.
The loveliest shades of even pinks,
Peak crimson red rose flowers,
With oranges to spark fervent blendings,
For God's warming love showers.
The yellows and gold preciousness gleam,
God's magnificent splendor,
With His Grandness showing of brilliance,
Yieldings are soft surrender.
And as the spirit of soft blue streams,
Currents God's great affections,
It purposely courses on through His,
Supreme Autumn Reflections.
Beautiful Autumn's the time of year,
When cooler days and nights tend,
To the changing of leaves as breezes,
Whisper through to comprehend.
Autumn times seem to be unsurpassed,
Being different each year,
As the weather dresses up leaves when,
Colors of the wind appear.
27 September 2007