Dawn's silver mantle on yon vale
Beneath blush bands begins to pale
Its slow fade unveils field and street
And highways on time’s common beat
It sets the stage of this day’s war
Where wage of dream and duty spar
October’s land begets a brush
That authors grand applause from us
For while we sleep its colors spread
Gold-scarlet-russet-bronze and red
Through wooded slope and hooded morn
A color wonderland is born
Earth is inset with lakes and streams
And brooklets tucked in mossy seams
Autumnal mirth excites their vim
Where leaf-shaped medals learn to swim
And we linger longer on banks
To chase our wonderment with thanks
God grants glimpses of paradise
Nature teases man’s hungry eyes
We gape and shape vague stuttered praise
To He who equips time with days
And days with ways that leave us awed
With masterpieces made by God
© Janet Martin
Beautiful images of God's creations, from grey, foggy mornings to scarlet studded skies, described with such eloquence.
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A color wonderland is born
Happy Thanksgiving, Janet!
Poppy