The autumn sun rays speckle the leaves
Through the cherry shades of autumn,
shimmering golds and misty browns,
Upon a grove of oak and maple trees.
‘Tis the season of beauty.
As earth prepares for its winter sleep ahead.
God’s paintbrush is full of activity.
A radiant hue of crimson and gold.
The darkened forest now alight with color.
(These pictures were taken during my Connecticut visit last year)