Autumn
by Joyce Reid

In the fall I love to watch
The leaves come swirling down.
Floating round on puffs of air,
Laughing when they reach the ground.

I love to see the colors change
From sweet green to flaming red.
The trees sigh as their glory falls
Like prayers I have never said.

I love to see God’s humor
In the chilly morning hours.
I am thankful for His mercy;
Leaves are the last of summer’s flowers.