Be glad, people of Zion, rejoice in the Lord your God, for he has given you the autumn rains because he is faithful. He sends you abundant showers, both autumn and spring rains, as before.
September is dressing herself in showy dahlias and splendid marigolds and starry zinnias.
~ Oliver Wendell Holmes
I saw them oft by roadside’s edge,
slumping, tired, faded.
The rusts, and golds, their petals fall,
they lie discards, degraded.
Scooped them up, returning home,
o’er to the “flower graveyard”.
They lay in state, among their own,
awaiting winter’s ruff card.
Through the spring, they were thought dead,
and then, returned the summer.
First the green, then their sweet heads,
triumphantly now comers.
Autumn dresses them once more,
in their new location,
right out front, near our back door,
restored, Oh! God’s creation.
When you feel, you’ve been put out,
left as trash, forsaken.
A loving hand will lift you up,
a new life to awaken.
Because of Him,