Autmn, God's Colorful Palette
The golden rays of the morning star
broke through the cool haze of the
early dawn, revealing an Autumn
As the cool autumn breeze softly
stirs the tall oak trees and from
their massive branches fall bright
yellow, golden hued and crimson red
leaves swirl to the cool damp,
moss covered ground far below.
There they shall lie as
a beautiful multi-colored
blanket until the arrival
of winter’s snow.
In the soft Autumn air the
squawking of crows, gathering
for their long flight to their
Southern rendezvous can be
heard echoing across the harvested
Light, white puffy clouds drift
aimlessly across the azure
skies, as groups of large sun
flowers bow their heads to
the warm Autumn sun.
Honey bees busily visiting
the remaining flowers of Autumn,
as the red squirrel scampers from
one tree to another scolding the
noisy black birds.
Autumn with all of its brilliant colors
and sounds seem to make the worries
and distractions of the day just fade away.
Autumn, God’s colorful Palette.
Jackie R. Kays © 05
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