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Untouchable PaletteCanvases of sweet pleasures meet the eye when viewing the changes of a dazzling sky. Golden sunset takes her bow while turning down, on a cold mountain lake that used to look brown. With colors reflecting the Autumn sky, the water is painted with gold from up high. Surrounded by firs and thick forests of pine, Taken in by His presence…watching what is divine. The sun slowly sinking, colors mixing on the lake God's perfect creation, something only He could make. How fortunate we are to be given this chance, to appreciate Fall's colors, if just for a glance. Shortly, snow will fall in the woods nearby. Flocks of birds and geese are ready to fly. They start a trip to greet lands with warm sun. Other creatures dig holes or start a long run. A gleaming stretch of white will gloriously surround a wonderland imagery draped on trees and the ground. God will supremely create a bountiful Spring where greens will emerge and birds will sing. We sit back and marvel at all that God does From mountain sweet air to the bees that go buzz. Seasons, fruits and swift leaping gazelle speak of God's love with so much to tell. Psalm 113:3 From the rising of the sun unto the going down of the same the LORD's name is to be praised. Julie Pisacane 2003© Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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