Fall has entered the door of seasons.
The new crops are
collected and sold.
Children race across a
field of leaves.
They are bundled up from head to toe.
“Look!” one said with
glee, “a woolly bear!”
“Where?" "
There! Thereupon the golden leaf.”
The clouds roll by,
summer says, “goodbye.”
With all, it’s breath autumn brings relief.
“Goodbye, for now,
garden blessed, sweet rest.”,
The cheerfulness of bird
songs, ring round.
They line the treetops at
the road's edge.
Together they make a
joyful sound.
The winds carry,
confetti leaves on.
Swirling them about
where e’re they go.
Observers watch with
apple cider.
While children find
treasures both two and fro.
An acorn there and a
bright red leaf,
A piece of bark, a
prickly pine cone.
What will go into their
nature box?
Nature’s treasures they
will carry home.
Around a campfire, we
congregate.
To honor our God for
everything.
For the blessings of his
provision.
For all the love we see
in small things.
Like pumpkins, a smile,
like a new friend.
Like an old, old coin
found in the sand.
Little things can make
big things happen.
When you're holding the
Father’s hand.
Let us lift our voice in
thanksgiving.
Let us continue to
praise always.
Hold onto his hand by
faith, believe.
Throughout these frosty
cool Autumn days.
Enjoy all the blessings of
today.
Treat every day as
though it’s new.
Cause every single
little blessing.
Is here, from God to
say,” I'm here for you.
Susan Y Nikitenko
October 1st, 2020
