Fall poemSee the goodness of our Father
in the Autumn season fair,
In the colors that delight us
When there's beauty everywhere.
In the gold and crimson hillsides,
In each maple tree ablaze,
In bright goldenrod and asters
Lining rustic country ways.
See the goodness of our Father
In the sky of sapphire-blue,
In the Autumn sun enhancing
Every lovely thing in view.
See the goodness of our Father
In the beauty of the land,
In the lavish yield we gather,
All provided by His hand.
See the goodness of our Father
In the Autumn season fair;
For this wealth of Autumn blessings,
We lift thankful hearts in prayer.
1994 Beverly J. Anderson ~ Autumn Greetings ~
Fall is here.
Another year
is coming to an end.
Summer's finished,
Summer's gone,
Winter's round the bend.
Fall is piles of crunchy leaves…
orange, gold, and red.
Fall is sweaters with long sleeves,
and blankets on the bed.
Fall is football.
Fall is pumpkins.
Fall's where summer ends ♥
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