Autumn Stroll

A woodland path in the dappled sun, hushed and quiet! My soul is gratified as I meander midst its colorful riot! Another glorious autumn has burst forth in all its splendor! The Creator displays a vista no mere artist would dare render! Gentle zephyrs stir eddies of colorful leaves along the way. A myriad of wild flowers greet me with their brilliant display. Trees that a short while ago offered welcome summer shade, Now lift barren arms as if in prayer sans their leaves of jade. Not a cloud mars the pristine blue of the Colorado sky. A skein of geese wing southward sounding their plaintive cry. Stately Colorado spruce 'neath which deer now gambol and browse, Will soon have garlands of snow adorning their spreading boughs. The shrill blare of an elk startles me from my reverie, As he calls for a mate with his ever sovereign plea. I pause on a nearby knoll to view yon shimmering lake, Teeming with graceful ducks, guarded by a magnificent drake! Foolish poets and artists have strived to portray each season. They have tried and failed because of a very real reason. Only He Who is the Master Artist and ruler over all, Will ordain the beauty of the seasons, especially the exquisite fall! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved