J. Price
I
awoke to the bright rising sun,
This
Chilly morning. fall has begun.
My
view is filled with autumn changes,
I
can’t ignore the color ranges.
Orange,
Umber, pale browned shades of felled leaves,
The
ground littered as nature pleases,
Cold
nights change God’s palettes of color
Exchanging
bright, vivid to duller.
My
eyes grow accustomed to its range
As
the new fall hues cast their change.
The
season of cool turns into cold
While
new brisk winds rise stiff, strong and bold.