;)
When October comes, here in the South,
the hardwoods hold tight to their spring couture.
;)
While northern forests blaze crimson and gold,
our woods cling to shades of ragged green —
the dogwoods alone have morphed to burgundy.
It’s not that we lack for fall color: we just turn our eyes down and out, rather than up.
In flatlands or foothills, who can’t love a pumpkin patch in harvest time,
or yellow peppers on the vine?
Who can’t smile at a daisy’s drive to launch one more bloom,
;)
at wildflowers winking through the hedgerows,;)
at a charming church and a bright blue sky?
As the seasons march through their yearly turn,
who wouldn’t vote to convict the mighty culprit who stands in the dock, clearly guilty of grandeur?
God’s thumbprints are everywhere.
Professor of Old Testament at Campbell University Divinity School in Buies Creek, North Carolina, and the Contributing Editor and Curriculum Writer at Good Faith Media.
