How can you but chose the explosion of color
at the beginning of the end of summer?
Nothing could be duller
than a season with no change,
and as the Good God does arrange,
all aglow and seeming without reason,
is this verge we are on, of the merging of
brown and red and gold, yellow from green
mellowing from the unseen cold.
Mountains are dressed
in bursts of shimmering trees,
all ablaze in their best, meant for you,
meant to please - which they do - as they glimmer.
I have come to believe that too much Autumn
might put one in a craze, for you cannot leave;
Who, from the sight, would turn from it?
In a daze, you listen to silent thunder,
you stand in wonder as you gaze -
This is what God, for us, did commit.
I stand to offer highest praise.
Cathy Rapicano - posted 9/7/06