In autumn woods celebrate the reason
We love to embrace this changing season;
Air is chill and swirling winds blow,
Hinting of coming winter’s snow.
Trees beckon to the traveler’s soul,
Let God’s purpose make you whole;
Sit awhile and absorb this peace,
Give aggravations their release.
Immersed in gold and crimson leaves,
Who humbles himself comes and receives;
These woods become an awesome place,
Enjoy God’s presence, seek His grace.
By Elaine Hardt ©2004
Photo by Carlene Hardt ©2008Double click to enlarge the illustration.