Autumn Gold

Te polished pewter skies bend down to touch
The hilltops thick with color that defies
Description,but on such a day as this,
It may be said to almost blind eyes.
The very stillness brings a keener sense
Of hearing,and upon the faintest breeze,
Fall's pungent scent italicizes words
That nature only whispers to the trees.
The forest stands serenely carpeted.
With cushioned mats of pine,around each bend,
The gravel road is bright on either side,
with towering sumac,"tis a moment when
The soul stands stripped,to suddendly behold
The face of God among the Autumn's gold.

                                                    Grace E. Easley