Autumn Serenade

The lilies are sleeping
The breeze bears a chill
The branches are weeping
On river and rill
September has faded
Into the night sky
The passion of summer
A tear in my eye

Sing me a sonnet
Of crimson and gold
For now is the moment
Of beauty untold
It sweeps up the hillside
Creeps into the vale
Here is the hour
Of nature’s regale

Gossamer whispers
And dew laden threads
As autumnal splendors
Arouse from their beds
Yielding to the Hand
That wields heavens brush
Splashing the land
In a reverent hush

In coral-hued dawning
And purple fringed noon
In midnights blue awning
Beneath misty moon
In carpets of memory
And wood-land and dell
The echoes of summer
Wave a grand farewell

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Janet Martin

The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of His hands. Ps. 19:1