God takes the sound of the dropping nuts,
And the scent of the wine-sweet air
In the twilight time of the year's long day,
When the spent Earth kneels in prayer,
He takes a thousand varied hues
Aglow in the opal haze,
The joy of the harvest gathered in,
And makes the Autumn days.
- Annie Johnson Flint
excerpt from "
The Creator"
So beautiful, sweet friend!
ReplyDeleteThank you. :-)
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