"AUTUMN LEAVES"


The crisp fresh breeze of the Autumn wind
Undressing trees as it blows;
Crimson reds and brilliant orange leaves,
Bronze, and the golden glows;

The brilliance of colors for all to enjoy,
A gift from the "Holy One",
To each and every tree HE touched
With a whisper, "A job--well done".

Now leaves are floating, spinning,
Rustling, hurrying on their way,
They have another job to fulfill,
A sheltering blanket, to lay.


written by "Ginnie"