Autumn trundled in swiftly, nearly unnoticed yesterday…
Fashionably late, but all the same, breath-taking in every way.
Evoking wanderlust in every village-dweller to join the Autumn Fray.
The summer tension, broke with wind, the Harvest comes today.
The Autumn stalwart and the Summer turncoat beat their drums for show,
Breaking out scarves and cotton gloves, and humming as they go…
Every telltale alarm has been sounded, even time begins to slow,
Yet still we run with fiery eyes – the Autumn Fray we can’t forgo.
A welcome guest, dressed to stun and fixed on one magnetic tune,
Brick-Red a cappella and Deep Amber chorus she breathes in every room.
She speaks to persuade and so whispers sweet nothings, slow, calm, and smooth;
And endeavors to hear such words on each tongue, chant, “hello Autumn, goodbye June.”
But then, when she speaks, she speaks of Greater Beauty, Greater Love
Than man or Angel can dream, than one season can conjure up.
She bids, “put your hand to His chest, come child, come and see,
Discover there how His heart beats, loose the chains, come be free.”
Today we defect from a stubborn summer to join in fall’s array.
As Autumn turns leaves so He once turned us – blood spilt and sinners saved;
We, who ourselves have been so turned, cannot forgo the Autumn Fray,
For the summer tension, broke with Love, brings Harvest winds today.
