Autumn delight

The morning mist, the silver dew, 
The leaves that dance in every hue — 
It’s not just fall, it’s heaven’s breath, 
A whispered grace that conquers death.

The asters bloom like twilight stars, 
Their violet light outshines the scars. 
And dahlias blaze in proud array, 
Defying frost, they choose to stay.

The gladiolus lifts its head, 
Though winter’s near, it blooms instead. 
Each petal sings a last refrain, 
A hymn of joy before the rain.

The trees wear robes of fire and gold, 
A sacred tale in silence told. 
November paints with trembling hand 
The final notes of autumn’s band.

Yet still fall pleads, it won’t let go, 
Fall bargains with the coming snow. 
Each breeze becomes a sacred song, 
A prayer that carries us along.

I breathe it in — this holy air, 
So pure, so vast, beyond compare. 
My heart beats with the falling leaves, 
In rhythm with the soul that grieves.

But not with sorrow — no, with praise, 
For all these fleeting, golden days. 
For every light the heavens send, 
For beauty that will never end.

I stand in awe, my eyes grown wet, 
From wonders I cannot forget. 
For God has brushed the sky with flame, 
And signed each leaf with His own name.

He touched the world with tender care, 
And placed His wisdom everywhere. 
So I exclaim with grateful voice: 
“O Lord, in autumn I rejoice!”