Oh, Doesn't Fall Just...(a Thankfulness Poem)

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Oh, doesn’t fall just turn you inside out with happiness

So much to love and tuck into kind prayers of thankfulness

Where colours of the world crescendo; nature’s orchestra

Slows earth’s impatient audience and fills our hearts with awe

Oh, doesn’t fall just make you wanna dance a dosey-doe

Take that wind-ruffian by the arm as round and round we go

While leaf-shaped notes spiral in a canticle, crimson-tossed

As we drink in the elixir of sunshine steeped in frost

Oh, doesn’t fall just thrill and enthrall you with its appeal

A beautiful withdrawal from sea-song’s silver and teal

Where what once authored quiet dread, in a riot of bliss

Bequeaths a sentimental satisfaction for what is

Oh, doesn’t fall just fill you with oceans of gratitude

The seed has freed its fortune and the flower is subdued

The earth and its fullness thereof hath wielded labour’s rod

And humbled us with harvest as we pay homage to God

Oh, doesn’t fall just stir in you a soulful metronome

Where death’s clock-tower tolls and makes more holy, home-sweet-home

Though we might take the long way just to hear the crunch of leaves

And maybe hum the old-time hymn of Bringing in the Sheaves

Oh, doesn’t fall just wake in you a weight of imminence

The russet frond, frost-brittle now that fringed the pond and fence

The eventide is earlier with sky wide deep’ning blue

Where farewell is a word we never fully get used to

Oh, doesn’t fall just make you feel a little like a king

Crowned with summer-gold memories that only love can bring

And doesn’t fall just always strike you to the very core

Because we always have so much to be so thankful for

© Janet Martin