GOLDEN FLOWERS

Golden flowers in October,
In a field around the bend,
Twining in and out of fences,
Waving grandly in the wind.
Planted by a loving Master,
Tended by His gentle hand,
Pause awhile and see the beauty,
He has spread across the land.

Golden flowers bright with sunlight,
Growing four and five feet tall,
With their dark brown button centers,
Are the crown jewels of the Fall.

Never could an earthly artist,
Duplicate their vibrant hue,
Perfect in the smallest detail,
As they sparkle in the dew.

And my heart is filled with wonder,
That my lips cannot express,
And my eyes are wet with tears,
Because I feel such happiness.
And I know God lives within me,
In the beauty of it all,
In this bird's eye view of Heaven,
Down a country road, in Fall.

Grace E. Easle