By Josie Whitehead www.whiteheadm.co.uk
It’s time to let the summer go –
To allow the autumn winds to blow.
It’s the season to shake off the leaves;
To find a home for harvest sheaves.
It’s time to let in the misty morns
Draw sharp back the awakening dawn;
Time to drop the ripening fruits
Send migrating birds upon their routes.
Clear up the leaves, plant bulbs for spring.
At Thanksgiving services loudly sing –
Thank God for autumn’s golden glow
Forerunner to the winter’s snow.
Copyright 2007