Autumn Walk on the River Trail
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 ‘cross clear-blue sky.
Kingfisher, Yellow-legs, bright Magpie;
squirrels chatter, Red-tails scream,
fishes splash 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.
–Catherine Lawton
Excerpted from Remembering Softly: A Life In Poems
