“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His Hands.” Psalm 19:1.

Summer ends with autumn’s blush

burnished red and gold

staining nature’s pattern

rich with glorious shades

‘light’ of my heart

how bright you shine

your wonder all around

paints beauty every time

before winter’s storms

you bring the gift

of twirling wind blown leaves

falling softly to the ground.