Friday, October 14, 2016

Obligatory

As branches shed their summer green
I watch the butterflies convene
on tiny blooms that still remain
before the warmth begins to wane
their vibrant little petal/gems
aglow like royal diadems
belonging to a sylvan queen.

The autumn sky is sapphire blue
and though the winter must ensue
I'll savor this exquisite day
expressing thanks for His display
upon a humbly taken knee
with naught but loving praise towards He
who died for us, as is His due.

2 comments:

Martin Kloess said...

Just when I thought this was beautiful, it got better

rch said...

Thanks a lot Martin 😊