A Poem for Fall

I get frustrated when I draft a blog because it never posts like I want it to post in form. Maybe some day I will have a better understanding of how to make things look the way I want them to look. Fonts, sizes, spaces, and breaks between defined segments I try to make work but then they don't cooperate with me as with other writing programs. Why?

The Splendors of Fall

Near the end of September when twilight hastens it's call,

Our spirits awaken to the splendors of Fall.

The days grow shorter, the nights take a chill,

The harvest is gathered, we enjoy our fill.

The summer is ending, we've had such fun,

Working and playing in the heat of the sun.

Now is the time to reflect, sit back and rest,

Remember the good times and how God has blessed.

The leaves on the trees are beginning to glow,

With oranges, reds, and yellows that God bestows.

The dance of autumn begins with these leaves,

As they swirl and twirl with grace in the breeze.

The arrival of pumpkins, colorful mums and bright faced pansies,

Beautiful reminders of seasonal things we all fancy.

The welcomed smell of wood smoke in the air,

Let us be thankful on our knees in prayer.

Thank you Lord for the change in season,

For reminding us that you are the reason,

These are gifts the universe beckons at your call,

Bestowing your presence in all the splendors of Fall.

Annette Monts Falls

words given Sunday, October 10, 2004 at 12:30 AM