Each Autumn (a Sonnet)

Autumn anoints awe’s points of view with fuel...

Each frame, a work of art second to none...

Each drop of rain, a heaven-rendered/splendored jewel

Each leaf a candle, kindled by the sun

Autumn anoints awe’s points of view with fuel

Each frame, a work of art second to none

Each drop of rain, a heaven-rendered/splendored jewel

Each leaf a candle, kindled by the sun

Each bloom an image of mortality

Each gourd, an opaque gleam midst frost-felled maze

Each tree, a flower-like appeal ‘pick-me!’

Each orchard, a postcard of Good Ole Days

Each swell of hill and dell, a sweeping song

Each turn of head, an elixir for hearts

Each task, permission to trespass among

Foothills no human handiwork imparts

Each morn-noon-night a glory-crowned façade

Each Autumn anoints points of view with God

Janet Martin