Rekindled Comradery...with Fall

It was a fall-ish sun-cloud windy work/play in/near the garden all day...

A chill instills itself it seems

Beneath the surface of our dreams

It rekindles comradery

With knitted things and cups of tea

Fall sparks a storm, wild with desire

For welcome warmth of home-sweet-fires

For supper hour’s muffled blues

For late-day shower’s brooding hues

Fall fills earth’s quills with adjectives

And wakes an ache for what yet lives

While death stalks ev’ry frond and flow’r

With that against which none have pow’r

Fall charms us with its flashy flair

Transforms each hill into a stair

Where if we care to take the time

It will be very worth the climb

Where He from whom all wonders flow

Amazes us with nature’s show

And we feel like an honoured guest

Brag-worthy poor and richly blessed

For fall finds ways to win our hearts

With art only autumn imparts

Ah, gold, magenta, garnet, mauve

Ah, garden’s tangled treasure trove

Ah, harvest spilt in answered prayer

Ah, Beauty lilting everywhere

Ah, glory days of sky and sod

As ah/awe tunes humble praise to God

© Janet Martin