The Miracle of Fall

 

 

 With a paint brush in His hand,

He softly touches the tops of trees.

Using rich hues of orange, red, yellow, gold and purple,

He highlights all the leaves.

With a swirl of His brush,

He wraps the Dogwood in scarlet.

Goldenrod He sprinkles with yellow.

A golden bronze the Beech tree’s color He set.

The Bradford Pear He tips with red,

Then slowly envelopes this creation in purple.

Dipping His brush in paint again,

The Sugar Maple sparkles with yellow and orange.

Yellow is His color for the Paperback Birch.

The Tulip tree He paints a mixture of yellow and brown.

Gum trees shine a bright red,

And for the mighty pin oak, a russet is His choice.

Now His palette is almost bare and His brush is still,

But His mountains and hills are ablaze in color.

And thru the mist in the valleys His work can be seen from afar,

As the morning sun dances through the trees.

A miracle He has again brought us.

The Miracle of Fall.

                                  ~Sue Proctor