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

3 comments :

Daisy said...

Beautiful poem, Karen! Love it.

Blackberry Lane said...

This is beautiful.

Denise said...

Awesomely beautiful my friend.