Red Leaves

Red-leaves are my happiness,
Like skills that come with cost.
Bright on the wind-swept horizon,
Where they encounter frost.

And changes from lush summer's green,
To gay...delightful moods.
So disciplined for lofty heights,
Those saffron attitudes.

Where cadences are ever sweet,
And shades...both far and wide.
Are flung at random on the hills,
Across the countryside.

The wild-plum thicket is ablaze,
Where thorny branches sting.
And embers smolder on despair,
So faith and hope can cling.

Across the landscape...beautiful,
God's handiwork to bless.
The sight of red-leaves on a tree,
Gives joy and happiness.

E.P. 1908 - 1989