Glorious morning’s start
Grasping Creator’s hand
Warmed by faithful, rising sun
Waking His precious land
Nature’s intimate breath
Towering forest sings
Harmony’s rhythm soaring
Flying on eagle’s wings
Portrait’s autumn colors
Bordering every street
Imagination sails free
Painting each scene, repeat
Gentle spirit gathers
Energizing each thought
Another page waits to breathe
Tying landscape’s love knot
Trusted clock standing still
Adjusting every view
Tomorrow postponed for now
Tasting fall’s freshest brew
Big Sky Buckeye 
God’s paintbrush far outshines anything we mortals can produce. Thank you, Jesus for another day.
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Amen. I echo your praises for our Lord and Savior. He was present even before Creation began.
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I love the Fall.
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Rainer, enjoy!!
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We need to do this more often: “Tomorrow postponed for now. Tasting fall’s freshest brew.” 🙂
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I totally agree with your outlook. I’m looking forward to the coming days’ transition all around central Ohio . . . one day at a time!
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The colors of autumn are always breathtaking to me and your poem is beautiful
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Eileen, I share your enthusiasm for autumn’s magnificent gifts. Thank you for responding with your uplifting thoughts.
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Fall is here!
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Indeed. Our lingering summer temperatures have finally given center stage to autumn.
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Yes indeed
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