The
canvas of the summer is made of shades green;
Emerald, jade and serpentine with many in-between.
When
the harvest time begins the Lady takes up
her brush;
She starts to add new colors, vibrant, bold
and lush.
Carnelian,
garnet, amber dots the forest floor;
She lets it dry a day or so, before she adds
a little more.
She
works with slow precision as she paints each
leaf with care;
Ash, oak and aspen glow; with gemstone hues
everywhere.
When
the landscape is complete she adds a turquoise
sky;
Wild geese and soft white clouds gently sail
on by.
To the
lady we give thanks for the beauty that she
brings;
Each season is a masterpiece that helps our
spirits sing.
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The Canvas
© LBolotin / CatSister 9-3-07