I've enjoyed lunch on the back porch these past several days with the glorious beauty of autumn all around me. The sights and sounds and smells are so homey, filling me with thanksgiving that God gives senses not only for practical purposes, but for pleasure in His grand creation as well.
How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow.
Leaves, Elsie N. Brady
Photograph ~A view along the river over the slope of our backyard.
