The Grandeur of Fall

Majestic mornings gleamed from heaven's gate the world is yours my friend so seize the day When Autumn's soup Terinne of soft agate turns Bisqued and fired, do not look away Take in the splendor of His Pryrite sun and when the till is done take time to pray Give Grace the upper hand and never run enjoy each day for nothing gold can stay Equinox of beauty please say goodnight to vernal echoes of your blessed youth Help your next of kin share your liquid light when shorter days arrive don't be uncouth Be as smooth as an Autumn sunset, glow for life is too short, and you never know.