All the Fruits of Creation Their Glories Give

From my book A Craftsman at Play in Creation

In Autumn time when atop the trees
The colors of fire are in the leaves

The Harvest Moon in the sky will shine
On pumpkins orange upon the vine

Apples are crisp and caramel is sweet
And cider is pressed and deer are fleet

And geese in the sky fly in a “V”
And sap flows brown from the maple tree

For making syrup and sugar soft
And hay is gathered in the barn’s high loft

And the corn is ripe on stalks that sway
And dusk falls soon on All Saints day

All the fruits of Creation their glories give
To the mighty God by Whom they live