Spices in the air

Color in the trees

Crunching of the leaves

Crispness in the breeze

A Hope

A Vibrancy

That breaks monotony

And excites me to the core

Leaves me wanting more

Of this magical autumn time

The season when I thrive

I feel abundantly alive

As creation breaks from her cocoon

And flys all around me

I'm drawn in by her beauty

And inspired to create

My creator can relate

For this wonder

It's all His

Spoken word

He did it first

Let there be

And so there was

He looked around and called it good

Four seasons all built-in

Each one pointing back to Him

But I feel Him

Hear Him

See Him most

In the Fall