- Heaven's Hands
Where the linden leaves sway lightly,
black-winged swallows fly.
Captains on their cloudy journey,
sailors of the sky.
Underneath the arch of autumn’s
canopied design,
fan the leaves in festive colors--
balsam, hemlock, pine.
Past the turquoise rippled waters,
pebbles peek and gleam,
foliage from the lower bank-side
bathes beside the stream.
Weary cattails heed their calling,
bending by the shore,
pampered by the perfect weather,
they need nothing more.
Heaven’s hands, assisting nature;
all provisions met,
miracles are laid before me,
down to each rosette.
