October's Symphony.....

Each shrub is veiled in misty lace
On ocher-colored fields a trace
Of summer’s emerald garment lies
Beneath the cobalt-colored skies

The Painter threads with ribbon rare
The crest of hill and woodland fair
While waves of orange, red and gold
Sweep the vespers silent fold

October’s floodgates open wide
With a rich and glorious tide
Ravishing the stoical land
In a transformation grand

His master-piece decks every tree
For rich and poor alike to see
The manifold wonder of Him
Caressing every leaf and limb

Before November’s maudlin gale
Seeps into each haunt and vale
Heaven breathes on land and sea
In October’s symphony

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Janet Martin