Sharp sumac starts the dance, Weaving her lithe lines Amidst the fall forest, Dividing greens from greys With gashes of radiant red, Leaving breathless leaves All aflutter and tall trees Trembling and creaking In whirlwind's rushes.
Saturday Prayer 45
All around me in the natural world, I see reminders of who You are, oh God. Every season reveals Your person and glory. In the beauty of deep skies, in the variegated contrasting colors of falling leaves, in the slanting shadows of autumn's sunlight All these things remind me that You are here ever and …
Autumn into Winter – a poem
Pale cornstalks blow and swirl within the breeze: all golden light – tall, tickling, synchronized. Their shape now dry and stiff with ebbing life; rough whispers rise and fall in symphony. They dance the dying days of autumn’s leave, requiring heavy, solemn exercise of tempered motion. They too realize their dance will end with seasonal …
Matthew Erickson 