Autumnal Psalm
Praise God
For gleaming star that crowns the gilded dawn
For frost that clings to shingled roof and lawn
For breath that fogs in air that’s crisp and clear
For flashing flags of startled antlered deer
For sunlight’s glint on frost-wrapped blades of grass
And even for the windshield’s frosted glass
Praise God
For warming sun in sky of sapphire blue
that glows through leaves in every varied hue
From flaming maple, russet oak, to gold
of elm’s frail pale and hickory’s brilliant bold
Above the clinging, crimson creeper vine
Beside the scarlet sumac and green pine
Praise God
For dry leaf crunch and dry leaf smell
While walking on the woodland trail
Praise God
For brunette beanfield shaven clean
And blonde corn’s crooked stubble seen
For round bales, wrapped and stacked in rows
Rich fodder safe from winds and snows
For golden mountains of shelled corn
that suddenly in fall are born
And daily augered to new height
in dusty cloud from morn to night
Praise God
For geese in Vs that cleave the dusky sky
While purple clouds upon horizon lie
For rising amber harvest moon
like bulging shimmering balloon
Praise God
Let everything that hath breath
Praise the Lord
© Glenda Mathes
For gleaming star that crowns the gilded dawn
For frost that clings to shingled roof and lawn
For breath that fogs in air that’s crisp and clear
For flashing flags of startled antlered deer
For sunlight’s glint on frost-wrapped blades of grass
And even for the windshield’s frosted glass
Praise God
For warming sun in sky of sapphire blue
that glows through leaves in every varied hue
From flaming maple, russet oak, to gold
of elm’s frail pale and hickory’s brilliant bold
Above the clinging, crimson creeper vine
Beside the scarlet sumac and green pine
Praise God
For dry leaf crunch and dry leaf smell
While walking on the woodland trail
Praise God
For brunette beanfield shaven clean
And blonde corn’s crooked stubble seen
For round bales, wrapped and stacked in rows
Rich fodder safe from winds and snows
For golden mountains of shelled corn
that suddenly in fall are born
And daily augered to new height
in dusty cloud from morn to night
Praise God
For geese in Vs that cleave the dusky sky
While purple clouds upon horizon lie
For rising amber harvest moon
like bulging shimmering balloon
Praise God
Let everything that hath breath
Praise the Lord
© Glenda Mathes
Labels: autumn, poetry, Thanksgiving
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