A seasonal poem..

AT WINDOW'S CALL.

Out my window I can see
Leaves are brown as they can be,
Though it's Wintertime for sure
Dressed in finest of decor.

All seem sure to take a bow
Dancing in the wind for now,
Leaves that once belonged to Fall
Dancing brown at Winter's call.

Each are patterned and with grace,
Some look like the finest lace,
Changing colors in a while,
Seasons in the latest style.

Dancing, blowing in the wind
Leaves designed " and all by Him"
God, our maker, up above
In His wisdom and His love.

~~By Katherine Smith Matheney.~~