- Brushed, burnished to an orange
brown by God's sure hand,
this swath of feathered hills
smiles back at heaven...and at me.
- Its gold-red globs,
reflected from the Delaware,
mirror Him in glows
impressionists cannot copy.
Earths change from Summer green
to orange Autumn seems a sermon.
"Let go regrets as naturally
as leaves detach, drift down.
- Let pastel Fall shine in, to ease your
yearn for love that comes unasked,
turn wants to wonders at His grace,
transform your frown to grateful face."