autumn-atic

Golden leaves

dripped from trees

as I walked autumn’s

wonderland

foliage bright

a glorious sight

crafted by

the Master’s Hand

Final chance

to catch a glance

before the colors 

fade  

was hard to budge

I felt the nudge

so glad that I obeyed

Praise be to his glorious name forever; may the whole earth be filled with his glory. Amen and Amen.  Psalm 150:6

He will be like a tree firmly planted by streams of water, Which yields its fruit in its season And its leaf does not wither; And in whatever he does, he prospers.  Psalm 1:3

For everything there is a season  Ecclesiastes 3:1

He made the moon to mark the seasons; the sun knows its time for setting.  Psalm 104:19

You crown the year with your bounty; your wagon tracks overflow with abundance. 

Psalm 65:11