Autumn Beauty

Fields with corn erect in shock, Few unpicked ears yet dangle. A signal to soon set back the clock, Wind caroms from a nor-west angle. Leaves of gold crunch neath my feet, My joints scream, "Old Jack Frost is nigh"! I unwittingly question this October treat, Whether for my head only, and if so, why? Pumpkins remain randomly spaced, As dollops of orange paint on this fall day. By a flick of God's brush they appear placed, From the sky above of dapple-gray. This yearly picture always gives me pause, For reflection on life, and God above; That He would give His Son with cause, The price for my sin was paid through love.