These are wonderful “autumn reflections”
with wondrous autumn woodland views
accompanied by descriptive poet-ed lines
Visualize the following scenes together with the script:
Scene: A train traveling aside an autumn treed hillside.
In Autumn when the leaves turn brown,
And red and gold, they all fall down.
To paint a picture, oh so rare,
I know that God is there.
Scene: An old gray frame house with waterwheel and
shed reflected in a pond; autumn trees fill the background.
To mastermind His ebb and flow
To stage His wondrous autumn show,
To brush His trees with molten gold
I watch his art unfold.
Scene: Close-up of stalwart trees dressed in
reds, greens, reds and tangerine.
No grander sight could I behold:
These leaves of brown and red and gold.
But winter bodes its icy chills
Upon the snow clad hills.
Scene: A lone winding railway track
through a misty forest of pastel autumn shades.
In time the land, a living scene
Comes bursting forth in savage green;
And I confront the season's thieves
That took my autumn leaves.
Scene: An old rail fencing with autumn-hued
trees amid evergreens.
But soon a softness in the air!
God paints a picture, oh so rare
Of autumn leaves that all turn brown
And red and gold as they all fall down.
~ Henry W. Gurley ~
Scene: Autumn's trees reflected in still calm waters.
The air turns cool, the leaves turn brown:
A change is taking place;
And everywhere a sign appears
Of Fall's approaching face.
Scene: The coloured gems of autumn bejewel
forests...far distant lavender/blue mountainside.
The birds begin their southward flight
That takes them far away;
And in their plaintive song and cry,
A fond good-bye they say.
Scene: A brown frame home with waterwheel and
autumn's trees; trickling waterfall to a rocky shore.
A season dies and a new one's born...
Like night gives way to day.
Such is the wondrous work of God
In His own chosen way.
~ Harold F. Mohn ~
Scene: A forest of maples and aspens, a rustic shed
with “lean-to” and fallen leaves upon the ground.
“A stroll through the woods, a mountain hike, a nap on the beach...
in such encounter with nature...we often find peace. There's just
something about the leaves, rock and sand that makes us feel at home
in this world. They release us from the humdrum of our busy lives
and bring us back to the basics of life.”
Scene: Glorious autumn woodlands highlighted
with a tall spired white church and velvety green lawn.
Imagine...what it will look in Heaven!
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(I graciously thank Carolyn for sending me the foregoing)
Merle Baird-Kerr...composed November 4, 2012
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