Another Afternoon
Backroad’s autumn drive
Invigorating colors—
Endless leaves’ parade

Almost Gone
Farmer’s pumpkin patch
Invitation to pick some—
Harvest of orange

Cozy and Comfy
Quilted with color
Warmest blanket nearly done—
Each cascading leaf

Backroad’s autumn drive
Invigorating colors—
Endless leaves’ parade

Farmer’s pumpkin patch
Invitation to pick some—
Harvest of orange

Quilted with color
Warmest blanket nearly done—
Each cascading leaf

Dawn’s inspiration
Creator’s masterful truth—
Every unique breath

Beloved contrast
Landscape’s eternal bloodstream—
Ancient, yet unborn

Boundless spirit thrives
Tiniest ember of life—
Tomorrow wakens


Morning’s gifted sunrise
Destiny of new day
Creator’s journey
Balance in life’s ballet
Nature’s comforting hand
Nurturing, rhythmic pace
Creator’s presence
Everything in its place
Seasons change, one by one
Yet, harmony remains
Creator’s patience
Trust in heavenly reign
River’s endless spirit
Mountains standing above
Creator’s landscape
Treasured delights of love
Every generation
Unique in its domain
Creator’s splendor
Lifetime of sweetest grain
Gentle breeze turns life’s page
Tenderness breathes from heart
Creator’s passion
Setting sun now departs


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

From Genesis 1:1-3: “When God began to create the heavens and the earth, the earth was complete chaos, and darkness covered the face of the deep, while a wind from God swept over the face of the waters. Then God said, ‘Let there be light,’ and there was light.”

Early morning giants
Creator in its midst
Forest landscape stirring
His breath offers assist
Glorious sky blossoms
Creator brightens light
Sunrise worships with praise
Night’s glory taking flight
Vision of what He wants
Creator wakens rain
Parched wilderness transformed
Gratitude fills each vein
Salvation always near
Creator sharing grace
Gentle waters flowing
Life reborn in this place
Heavenly eyes look down
Creator turns new page
Everlasting joy sings
Nature’s gifts come of age

From Genesis 2:1-3: “Thus the heavens and the earth were finished and all their multitude. On the sixth day God finished the work that He had done, and He rested on the seventh day from all the work that He had done. So God blessed the seventh day and hallowed it, because on it God rested from all the work that He had done in creation.
Summer forgotten
Autumn’s colorful menu—
Dining out . . . just fine

Precious earth cooling
Harvest finally gathered—
November waiting

Fall’s eternal breath
Illustrating every page—
Nature’s brightest flame


Stanley Horowitz (American poet)
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting, and autumn a mosaic of them all.
Henry Beston (American writer and naturalist)
The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.
Nature’s plot thickens
September’s story finished—
Revised with color

Days growing shorter
September’s warmth slowly cools—
Nights sleeping longer

Forgetting summer
September’s move to autumn—
Leaves express color

From the words of American poet, Helen Hunt Jackson: “By all these lovely tokens, September days here with summer’s best of weather and autumn’s best of cheer.”
Summer’s chapter ends
Autumn’s colors being groomed—
Landscape awakens

Summer’s gate closes
Autumn’s eager to open—
Cascading colors

Summer’s warmth fading
Sunlight’s arc sliding lower—
Autumn here at last

From the words of American farmer, artist, and writer, Rowland E. Robinson: “September days have the warmth of summer in their briefer hours, but in their lengthening evenings a prophetic breath of autumn air.”

Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul.
Peggy Toney Horton is an American writer, who lives in West Virginia.
All the months are crude experiments out of which the perfect September is made.
Virginia Woolf (1882-1941) was an English writer.