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Autumn Afternoon
Autumn on a Sunday afternoon in the Blue Ridge,
Days between summer into winter acts as a bridge.
The mountains are on fire with the flames of color,
Until the forest's leaves die, then it becomes duller.
Orange, yellow and reds reflect brightly in the setting sun,
The beauty is without a match, nature will not be undone.
A crisp cool breeze blows across the ridge rustling the leaves,
Father God creates a masterpiece in the tapestry He weaves.
In the blaze on the ridge I see God's hand sculpting out a prize,
Look deeply into the richness of the shades with your eyes.
Stand still and honor the Artist who has delighted our senses,
The glory of God lights up the Blue Ridge without any pretenses.
Joy sweeps across my soul as I receive God's gift today,
Playfully dancing, the vibrations of the colors on display.
Peace enters as the joy is fulfilled, tensions of life are gone,
I can't wait for tomorrows light show that will begin at dawn.
19Oct08
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