Copyright Mountainbird 1998 and before. Some friends requested I share this poem. About Autumn but really God paints the sky each season. And every day.
God Paints the Sky
I look and see God has been painting again.
When God paints the sky,
I breathe in gold, red. . .
His vista spreads before me.
He sent the rains.
Raining, raining, will it ever stop? I wonder.
Just what His palette needed. This dew that glistens so intensely then
How the colors brighten up His sky.
Across undulating Massachusetts hills, the Creator
Colors my heart with hues
Of grandiose gold, rustic red, and pumpkin orange.
Crisp northern air and woodland beauty I devour. . .
I drink eat breathe in tall grasses
Trees, sky, clouds, friends, and the whispering wind.
Thank you, Lord, for painting the sky today.
No human artist will ever surpass your masterpiece
That we call autumn.