A rich day of sun and reflection
As early autumn sneaks into our lives.
The time of bountiful renewal is expected
As the orchards and harvest thrive,
Preparing for winter’s sleep.
But in saying goodbye to another season,
Do not linger in sorrow and weep.
All has come and gone for a reason
For tomorrow brings its own awe-inspiring scene.
In the bright colors of God’s paintbrush,
Sunday is perfect … silent, glowing, serene.
A whispered breath of glory; do not rush
Through a day of splendor!
by Deborah A. Bowman