October

October

I pray the Lord

He lets me see,

Another leaf, another tree

in Autumn splendor

And in October,

God gave me life

A celebration of Harvest

My time, memorial.

The Colors of Harvest

A splash of light paints the landscape

of the Harvest.

Over field and farm, the sky above

The ground below

A rustle of leaves as I walk.

These are the colors of Harvest

Gold is the color of Harvest;

It spills over the ground

And lands upon each leaf.

Red is the color of Harvest;

It burns in the sky at the setting sun,

It splashes the side of weathered fence and barn.

Yellow is the color of Harvest;

It scatters its star-like leaves

Against the bluest canvas.

Orange is the color of Harvest;

It finds a home on every stoop

And creates wonder in the night sky-

The Harvest Moon.

Would You....

Drive down a country road in Autumn

And say there is no God?

Tell me of the little worth of country?

Breath in the Harvest

And say it does the body no good?

Tell me you can go without!

Watch the sun set and turn the world to gold.

And say to me,

Son, leave the country behind!

Tell me, would you?