Witnessing a Season’s Glory
Autumn, her subtle arrival unannounced,
is passing through.
With copper radiance adorning her face,
crowned and fully seasoned,
she approaches midlife.
A V-sentinel of wild geese, moving in their sky ranks,
wordlessly herald her procession.
Something has told them it is time to begin,
as currents of mounting leaves bid them farewell
amidst a flourish of swirling winds.
Ageless, yet ancient,
the gracious bounty of ripening blessing tumbles,
disheveled from Autumn’s overflowing apron,
thanksgiving trailing in her train,
While reigning over the equinox splendor,
He who is the stability of our times,
witnesses and enjoys,
with a slow smile creasing His face
in “well done” approval.
6 replies on “Autumnal Procession”
Christine,
You certainly have a wonderful way with words! I enjoyed reading this poem immensely! It pictures fall in ways I’d never would have imagined! Beautiful! <3
Thank-you so much. Your enjoyment and words mean so much to me.
Lovely, Chris. Your descriptions are fresh, not cliche.
I haven’t gotten around to writing about autumn this year, so thanks for doing it for me!
Dear Rosanne,
Thank-you for your sincere appreciation of this work. It brings great refreshment to my soul.
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