By: Tom Zart Soldier For The Lord

Autumn leaves cling high in the tree topsAs acorns drop to the bottom.Summer’s hot days have long since goneReplaced by the coolness of Autumn.The roses and mums are still in bloomFor the nights are brisk without frost.Halloween is just around the cornerWith the brilliance of Autumn soon lost.Dead leaves create the rainbows of AutumnRed, yellow, orange, purple and brown.Soon winter shall blanket nature in whiteAs the seeds of summer lie dormant in the ground.Wild geese call as they fly in formationAcross the star filled skies of night.The moon seems larger and has more colorReflecting with wonder its light.Autumn for most, is their favorite time of yearTill winter passes and it’s spring once more.A time of harvest and transformationAs the light of day is shorter than before.How many Autumns have come and goneOnly God could tell the story.How many Autumns have we left to enjoyWith their fulfillment, radiance and glory.By Tom Zart

THE RAINBOWS OF AUTUMN
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