There is nothing quite like autumn to give a resounding praise to God for His incredible beauty before winter bares the tree limbs with it's own beauty.
AUTUMN COLOURS The world’s aflame or so it seemed; Pulling back the window’s white lace To glance out at morning’s dawning. My heart skipped with joy of this place Red Maples touched the horizon As dayspring brought golden splendor, Sparkling dew upon grass of green— God’s majestic touch so tender Evelyn Pearl Anderson September 3, 2014
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