autumn leaves, image by Stefan Schweihofer, on Pixabay
Imagination flies on fragile wings,
in orange, apricot, magenta, gold.
For phantom inspiration cries and sings
through leafy clouds and showers, bright and bold.
Majesty with every dying breath,
as trees and fields rejoice before they grieve.
There is no gloom surrounding autumn’s death.
How can words describe, help others to believe?
For God has set my heart, this time ablaze,
my Lord’s creative call I can’t ignore.
I must exalt His holy signature
upon this canvas spread across these days,
For those who only gaze upon this land,
or all who know the heart-work of His hand.
Mark Weinrich is a cancer survivor,
a retired pastor, hiker, photographer,
and musician. His work has been
published in numerous newsstand,
literary, and inspirational publications.
He has sold eight children’s books
and currently has two fantasy novels