Bonnies Autumn

Myrna Remembers Her Sisters creative hand

 

Bonnies Autumn

 

I would love to take my pencils

And color heaven's azure blue

And early in the morning

Sketch the hush of frosty dew.

 

I'd like to etch the fleecy white

Of every drifting cloud.

And capture glowing, golden tones,

Where Autumn's hues abound

 

But I can only quietly watch,

The tender hand of God,

Pulling back each Autumn's curtain

upon the garden that you trod.

 

I behold the gold leafed poplars,

Marching down your lane.

The gnarled and twisted apple tree,

Outside your window pane.

 

 These cast such pleasant colors

To your garden in the fall,

As last efforts of the flowers blooms,

Bring brightness to it all.

 

 Now with winter's swift approach

And as this rare painting ends.

May you thank God for the pictures

That His golden Autumn sends.

 

By Myrna H. Rickard

 

Author's Note

Written for my sister Bonnie in November, 1997 about her lovely yard and orchard.
Bonnie past away July 19, 2009

Reviews

[whispereversolightly]

Such a heart touching write, which is ever so lovely. This is quite an amazing write in which I throughly enjoyed.