What offers a hint of autumn?
The glint of red.
The mint of gold.
The fold of pink
And I think orange.
For autumn is the remarkable season
The reason?
Beauty is in an amber story of glory.
During spring, summer and winter,
Colour is chosen by man’s effort and effect,
To plant and provide.
But come autumn,
In its brown, bronze and tan,
A month began in green
But turning to a variety of shades,
All God made,
This happens without us.
Just as the sun shines upon us,
The mellow yellow of autumn arriv
What offers a hint of autumn?
The glint of red.
The mint of gold.
The fold of pink
And I think orange.
For autumn is the remarkable season
The reason?
Beauty is in an amber story of glory.
During spring, summer and winter,
Colour is chosen by man’s effort and effect,
To plant and provide.
But come autumn,
In its brown, bronze and tan,
A month began in green
But turning to a variety of shades,
All God made,
This happens without us.
Just as the sun shines upon us,
The mellow yellow of autumn arrives around us
At God’s hand and command
In a way most marvellous.
His is the choice of autumn colour
Which is truly breathtaking.
Surely the wonder is there,
Making us stop to see and declare His majesty?
There are none of our efforts here,
But a clear declaration that God is near.
Why else should such vivid, beautiful colour appear?
You are near, Creator Father,
Your love very evident to us
In all the majesty and beauty of Your autumnal work.
Let us then appreciate autumn for what it is,
Your hand upon us to impress us.
Our world is bathed in colour for this purpose.
Your glory fills the world about us.
The only apt response is awe and wonder.
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