Monday, September 28, 2015

Autumn Morning

Opening the curtains to the morning light
Out in the backyard I spy
The bright orange leaves of Autumn
Against a brilliant sky.

Rays of sun caress my face,
Fingers of a loving hand.
A tiny bird is trilling her praise
Like a piccolo in Heaven's band.

Leaves scurry along the ground
In the cool refreshing breeze.
God whispers how much He cares
Just to put my mind at ease.

Karen Rice


Daisy said...

Beautiful poem, Karen! Love it.

Blackberry Lane said...

This is beautiful.

Denise said...

Awesomely beautiful my friend.