SONNETS OF EXPERIENCE
AUTUMN GOLD
Autumn auburn dawn streaks pillowing clouds,
Pebbling, piebalding them in piecemeal array,
As grace removes our troubled mind's grey shrouds,
We're set to welcome another auspicious day.
Are we in an Egyptian scarab beetle's state,
Shoveling dung before us 'til wings do sprout,
And we yearn to fly away to freedom, there to wait
A transformed fate, in purer perfect peace no doubt?
Autumn comes and golden leaves fall from weeping trees,
According to God's predestined heavenly will.
Their radiant tones remind us that we please
Him most, when we practice surrender to the fill.
Fiery red and gold are autumn's awesome tones,
Our scarab shell falls off and soul speeds home!
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