Oh Autumn

Oh Autumn, sweet mistress of the rain
I feel thy gentle touch upon my face
The delicate brush of wind,
A lightly scented perfume
On the fog that lies like a blanket on the trees

Oh Autumn, bittersweet is thy name
Bearing love I cannot satiate
The promise of comfort within
A golden arbor in a wooded glen
Dark and rich with color in its olden age

Oh Autumn, give to me thy rest
as the setting sun falls below the earth
I seek the solace of a quiet winter
The warmth of a genial fire
And the blessed comfort of the ones I love 

The Wonder of His Might

I felt the cold autumn breeze kiss my face last night
While pausing to consider the enormity of the evening sky
A great joy rose up then inside my beating heart
And in the midst of my joy I cried out in gratitude
I took a deep breath and I determined with fortitude
To seek out the joy of His presence and never depart
And to return to that place beneath the evening sky
Where once I was reminded of the wonder of His might

Praises for the Harvest

The song like breath it dances
It dances in the evening
Cross golden grain its waving
Deft fingers they are strumming
Strumming the harvest grain

The golden grain is waving
In the breeze it’s waiving
And workers lift their voices
Lift voices while they harvest
The golden harvest grain

Their harvest tools are flashing
Flashing in the brilliance
And while their tools are flashing
You can hear the rhythm
Rhythm and verse ascending

Ascending with emotion
Heart felt emotion pouring
As you hear them singing
With joy you hear them singing
Amidst the harvest grain

With song they are rejoicing
With song they set to praising
Praising the God of glory
A Holy God of Glory
Who makes the harvest grain

The Winds of Autumn

The winds of autumn press upon the boughs of yonder tree
And all around me midst the yard lies fading greenery
Leaves fall from the laden branches, colors bright and fair
To lie and sleep whilst winter comes and with it frosty air

I love so much the peace and still of Celtic scenery
It sooths my heart and lifts my brow and sets my spirit free
My soul longs for its gentle touch and restful offering
Of autumn winds and fading leaves and quiet genuflecting