Fall arrives in crimson cloak
Her hands hold frost and nip the leaves
Seeds and bulbs pull up their earthy blankets
Apple cider simmers on the stove.
Pumpkins plump become dessert.
God blessed the harvest and gratitude abounds.
Wagons scatters hay coming in from the fields
And prayers are lifted as the church bells peal.

Squirrels and humans gather provisions
Store away walnuts, pecans and sunflower seeds.
Fields are turned for winter respite,
Last of Mama’s canning is finally done.
High school football on Friday nights,
Storm windows replace the window screens
Gutters receive a good out – cleaning
God looks to Earth pleased with what He’s seeing.

Autumn bursts alive in brilliant color
The woods near ’bout a fireworks display.
Plans are made for journeys home this Thanksgiving
Christmas and winter not far away.
Layered clothing and rugged apparel.
Children pray for the first snowfall.
Crackling fires and toasted marshmallows
Sun seems more a faded yellow.

Seasons arrive then slip away
Winter soon will waltz right in
Followed close by Spring then Summer
And God grant us time we’ll see Fall again.
This Autumn night with full new moon
I tuck away in a prayer in solitude.
God grants us days, nights and seasons
And He alone knows His reasons.
               d.f.a.v.   11/16/14
—Donna