"A Summons"

I'm called by the flaming forest

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