Fall

Did you see it? Did you catch it? Or, did it pass you by?
Why, it was a gentle stir as a bird flitting in the sky.
It was nature’s grand entry to a new day
The coming of fall… in all it’s array

It happens overnight or so it seems
Sneaking in behind a full moon
Maybe in a gentle breeze.

You can see it in your travels
It just suddenly appears
Perhaps in the leaves or the goldenrod spears

God seems to change the complexion of the land
So carefully, so subtle with his gentle hand.

He brings the red grass and gentle yellow blooms
To grace the countryside and lighten the gloom.

Summer with it arid, dry devastation
Seems to rob the beauty of his creation.

Oh, but alas, the fall, comes with freshness in its wings
Lighting upon our lives, it’s such a beautiful thing.