Angels paint the treetops to brush
the glorious scenes. Colors invade
the tundra ripening meadows from earthly greens.
Traffic in the sky honking birds racing by to migrate warmer plain. Grounded creatures tussle, hoarding food each hustle, to escape the winter bane.
The leafy colored lawns, the orange sun hoisted dawn, prairies beaming boldly bright. Aromas tease of maple pine pleasing the senses just right.
Such pleasantry projected, scenic imagery so perfected, grace from glory autumns bliss. A season adorned sonnet, no eye could ever miss.
If only such beauty could last for a while. Then the angels in heaven.... .........."They saw God smile"...........