I'm called by the flaming forest
reade more...
to walk these October days
down old, familiar footpaths,
among its leafy maze.,
Verdant trees in all their glory
change robes almost overnight;
and their transfiguration brings
new colors, pure and bright.
I see a squirrel, quick and lively,
scamper through the fallen leaves.
As always in this season,
my heart gladly receives
So much of the cup of beauty
from the Master Artist's hand,
scenes of the flaming forest
scattered throughout the land.
I'm called by the flaming forest;
I'm called and my feet must stray
down old, familiar footpaths
on this gold October day.
-- Georgia B. Adams