Colors of Fall

Riot of Fall Color

Fall Against the Sky

BEAUTIFUL TREES OF FALL

In the Fall season, a beautiful tree
Spreads its bright colors, gorgeous and free;
Peers down upon us, looks up from a field,
To beauty so vivid we eagerly yield.

Sporting bright colors, now yellows, now reds,
Trees on green lawns, or near the roadbeds;
On hills or in valleys, in swamps or upland,
For such a short time, it’s a view simply grand!

Bright colors fade, then leaves all turn brown,
Riding on air, they soon will fly down!
Surely we must with pleasure look up,
Give thanks for the colors that now fill our cup!

This beauty is good, and gives us a hint,
There’s something beyond an earthly footprint;
Design and rich insight invade quiet thought,
‘Til close to our God and Creator we’re brought!

Had He not made it, from where would it come?
Something from nothing by chance, random, dumb?
Oh, now may Fall’s colors, so bright and so fair,
Lead to His Book, to faith and to prayer!

-- Poet Les (10-25-07)

The Beauty that Fall Can Have

Summer and Fall

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SUMMER TURNS TO FALL!

Summer’s now gone, soon Fall winds may blow,
Blow down the leaves, then blow up some snow;
Days full of beauty, while some may be drear,
With color that’s gorgeous, soon our leaves will appear!

Pumpkins galore – they’ll cover the ground,
For signs of Fall’s season are gathering round;
So put on your jacket, to guard from the wind, --
Oh, Summer can’t return, and Fall you can’t rescind!

Soon cornstalks and pumpkins will sate our sore eyes,
The air will feel nippy, -- to dress warmly is wise;
We’ll welcome our Fall rains, for wells they will fill,
The brooks, streams, and lakes, too, before winter’s icy chill!

The joys of the seasons were designed from above,
They come as a gift through the Father’s great love;
The Father up in Heaven knows all that we face,
He sprinkles our pathways with tuffets and lace!

So come, one and all, and sing His great praise,
With glad vistas of harmony, our voices we’ll raise;
Life’s days quickly passing, while He’s always the same,
Now I urge you, dear friends, -- call on His holy Name!

-- Poet Les (9-24-2007)