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
