Written on August 18, 2024
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Pumpkins, cornstalks, apples galore Crisp leaves falling at the back door Gentle twilight, breathless with song Fall’s the season where I belong Crimson maples and golden oaks Quiet rhythms from God’s soft brushstrokes Seasonal bliss comes on so strong Fall’s the season where I belong Honey sun climbs through cobalt skies Faint wind speaks to the old and wise Dew trickles weep for all that’s wrong Fall’s the season where I belong Mums in rust, auburn and ginger Dusk’s moans couldn’t shock or injure Blessings I’d like to prolong Fall’s the season where I belong Glistening stars in murky bliss Shadows fade o’er October’s kiss Splendor I’ll sing all my lifelong Fall’s the season where I belong
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