I walked this morning in the dark of six.
A south wind blew a wet fairy kiss.
Close in a sheltered wood,
a cricket in a lonely mood
buzzed like a wind in a loose wire.
It was an inquisitive cry, lost and alone
for he'd missed frosty memos
and didn't go home.
Trees raised willing arms of praise
clothed in choir robes of steel blue sky
glowing like stained church-glass or a child's eye
eliciting songs of love and awe
for One Great God who created it all
and calls to mankind with utmost mercy,
"Come to My son whose blood sin-frees."
I walked home this morning in the light of seven,
my tears of joy joining those from heaven.
Have a joyous autumn.