The Gift of Color
The poplar trees waved their golden palms in the bright blue skies, the dogwood trees wore strands of rubies, squirrels scampered with their jaws filled with hickory nuts. A doe appeared from the woods with twin fawns. Goldenrods spiraled near a field of corn, and lilac asters sprinkled stars on the roadbanks.
I'm sure there's a God who loves color. Consider ambers caught on the ridgeline at fall, watercolors splashing the mountains, cotton clouds scudding through lollipop blue skies, gems licking drops of sunlight, and a wedge of geese resounding over a field of goldenrods.
Imagine the earth without color. This must be proof of a greater power existing, an artist who loves color.
Some call it autumn,others call it God.
I hope my blogger friends will enjoy this season!