Curtis Johnson Poet Verse

The Calls of Fall

She knows every member of her beautiful family,
and she's eager to call each of them by name.
She knows their gift and how to best use them.

She calls the ARTIST to beautify the landscape;
to paint those golden colors of leaves in the trees
that overwhelms us with the wonders of God's creation.

The season of Autumn reminds the TREES that their shady
chores are done and beckon them to release their leaves
to be blown in the wind, creating scenes and signals of Fall.

She waves to her gentle giant in the sky and whispers words
of calm and poise for the SUN to lower its temperature. She
calls upon the ATMOSPHERE to create the feel of a holiday and
festivity; to unveil the spirit of gratitude and merriness. she
acknowledges imperfection and apologizes for deadly storms.

100522PSCtest, A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry

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Jesse Zerlaut October 6, 2022 at 12:57 AM Curtis, as someone who absolutely loves the fall. This poem speaks wonderfully to my soul. Though we don't deal with hurricanes here in Michigan, the idea of less storms of violent nature makes total sense. I just love the crisp air, the red brown leaves, the rich soil smell, the light drizzle and wood smoke from stoves. Thanks for sharing! Curtis Johnson October 6, 2022 at 10:41 AM Thanks, Jesse. Happy Fall.