GLORIOUS FALL
The fresh morning air was quite crisp and very clear,
The rising glorious sun this day would have no fear
Of being shrouded in mist to hide her radiant beauty,
There she was, an orb of loveliness for all of us to see.

She shed her rays on changing trees making a show
Brighter, like Moses’ burning bush that did glow,
The frosted flowers lifted their heads felt and the caress,
As that sun with warm comfort did the earth truly bless.

It trimmed each quiet lake with a bright sparkling thread,
Even from a distance the scene turned many a busy head,
And it painted the herring-gulls a much more vivid white
And grey, startling against the green such a wonderful sight.

Her presence enabled the farmer to work longer in the field,
Maybe another harvest of sweet hay for fodder he may yield,
Late apples are still ripening by that radiant autumn sun,
As if this glorious giving season had once again just begun.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson October 26, 2003