Autumn Walk Along the Poudre River
I go down by the river in autumn breeze
that quakes gold leaves on craggy trees
and skitters dry ones at my feet.
The chill breeze hints of snowy peaks,
lifts cricket songs, soars hawks on high,
sails wispy clouds across clear-blue sky.
I see Kingfisher, Yellow-legs, bright Magpie;
hear squirrels chatter, Red-tails scream,
and splashing fish in sparkling stream.
God said that all He made was good;
and surely all these things are good;
and everything He does is good.
My senses and soul exult in our God
who made seasons of change and decay
to display His unchanging glory.
Excerpted from Remembering Softly: A Life In Poems