Saturday Ramblins, Vol. 1, No. 20 (September 26, 1998)
The sun sinks slowly 'neath the western horizon,
It's golden rays changing the late summer sky
To rosy hues of pink and purple midst the yellow.
Who, but You, Lord, could paint
Such an array of colors in a sky of blue?
The summer sun is changing now,
From the blazing white-hot heat of July and August
To a gentler summer sizzle as the days begin
To shorten a little, now that September's here.
School has begun and kids aged five and up
Struggle to get out of bed and to school on time.
They rush for the bus with varying degrees of excitement;
Some happy to be back with all their friends ...
Some lamenting the days ahead, wishing they could stay in bed.
As for me, I look forward to the approaching Fall,
I love the cool, crisp mornings that come at Autumn's call.
I love to watch the sun go down, 'mid vibrant rainbow colors,
And hide beneath the western sky.
I know the God that sent the sun to bed
Will send it skyward in the morning
To set yet another day, with the slightest blush of red.
Libby Branton
© September, 1997. Reprinted with permission.
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