Such is the color that now surrounds me,
Like unto the face of God,
The wind with flame and amber foliage,
Frolics while the leaves applaud.

Cool and crisp, the moon of harvest,
Silhouettes the flock upon its way,
Before winter finds them gone and missing,
South of summer where the songbirds play.

Island clouds sit on sleepy mountains,
Yellow burnt grey and golden blue,
Nestled in the arms of God's sweet heaven,
Made in grace when time was new.

I walk the hills and river byways,
Drunk with lust on the season's yield,
Such abundant beauty made before me,
Of sky and water, of wood and field.

R.