Singing the praises of September-Fall's Glory this morning!
Happy First Autumn Saturday of 2022!
The earth is the Lord's, and the fulness thereof;
the world, and they that dwell therein.
From molds of bronze and blue and gold September’s daybreak spills
An aura from Another World steeps treetops, fields and hills
In deep green woodland diadems, stained-glass-like fragments gleam
In ditches scarlet hawkweed gems and purple aster stream
From welkin wellsprings, wonder, like a drum roll, stirs the heart
As earth and heavens thunder with first autumn’s works of art
Delight dines on Sublime Arrangements, Beauty’s buffet stacked
In spite of summertime’s estrangements, with joy still intact
The sun is like a trumpet heralding Mercy’s embrace
The world wrapped in a blanket unfurled from the throne of grace
Where, no matter the season, we are part and parcel of
The very humbling reason of God’s everlasting love
How tender is the awe of mourning/morning where Past’s ashes strew
While splendor never stops adorning earth with Heaven’s woo
September’s paint brush hovers while fall’s thrilling Prelude plays
Where joy never recovers from Creation’s constant praise
© Janet Martin