Glories of Autumn

Don't let me leave this place
It is full of wonder
and my soul is rejoicing
in the glories of Autumn -
I think I was made for this -
The colour- scattered mountains
and dappled leaves full of hues
on the trees, clinging to hills,
as winds cascade through the valley, the leaves
dance gracefully down from heights,
the glories of God are in this place -
every leaf has signs and in each
breeze are the gentle kisses
of Autumn.