There's a quietness in the autumn woods
that beckons to the traveler's soul,
whispering purpose and beauty.
Come, celebrate the timeless cycle;
the air is chill and swirling winds blow,
raining gold and crimson leaves.
Yes, winter's blast will surely come,
but here no somber faces fret or worry;
ask the trees what they know.
Behold God's rich display of wonder;
embrace the life that need not hurry,
joyful in autumn wilderness.
by Elaine Hardt ©1990
photo by Carlene Hardt ©2009
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