The frost is on the pumpkin
the trees are lit on fire,
As Autumn creeps and daylight dims
we don our warm attire.
When seasons change the world declares
the brilliant artists stroke,
Man nor beast can recreate
the wonder God hath spoke.
Some where in the arctic north
the winter tempest swells,
Its icy hand will soon extend
caressing hill and dale.
Fear not dear friend the seasons change
stand tall, erect, and strong,
The plan that God hath wrought for you
will blossom before long.
Your waiting will reveal the hand
behind the seasons curtain,
To clearly show the lords intent
where once you were uncertain.
The snow will melt on frozen fields
the landscape will renew,
With time to walk and praise and laugh
and sip the morning dew.
Copyright © Willie Nemeth.
(The poem is available to general media, publications and webmasters under condition that the author's name and the link to www.paulmurphybooks.com will be provided under the poem.)