Autumn's End

They reveled in His bathing glory
as God's hand washed eager faces,
His majestic breath drying their tears
from an unaccustomed drought.

And in His breath they began to sway
a rhythmic dance of joyous response,
leafy arms lifting in waves of praise,
their voices singing like rushing rivers.

Leaves and needles whirled and twirled,
rapidly skipped and spun in the air
like a rainbow in motion,
at once myriad color blanketing mother:
another season accomplished.

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©copyright 2003 Bonita M Quesinberry

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