With Joy Still Intact

Singing the praises of September-Fall's Glory this morning!Happy First Autumn Saturday of 2022! Psalm 24:1The earth is the Lord's, and the fulness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein. From molds of bronze and blue and gold September’s daybreak spillsAn aura from Another World steeps treetops, fields and hillsIn deep green woodland diadems, stained-glass-like fragments gleamIn ditches scarlet hawkweed gems and purple aster stream From welkin wellsprings, wonder, like a drum roll, stirs the heartAs earth and heavens thunder with first autumn’s works of artDelight dines on Sublime Arrangements, Beauty’s buffet stackedIn spite of summertime’s estrangements, with joy still intact The sun is like a trumpet heralding Mercy’s embraceThe world wrapped in a blanket unfurled from the throne of graceWhere, no matter the season, we are part and parcel ofThe very humbling reason of God’s everlasting love How tender is the awe of mourning/morning where Past’s ashes strewWhile splendor never stops adorning earth with Heaven’s wooSeptember’s paint brush hovers while fall’s thrilling Prelude playsWhere joy never recovers from Creation’s constant praise © Janet Martin