An Autumn Twilight
The autumn evening’s filled with peace
The night birds softly call,
The hint of frost, the waking stars
The smoky air of fall.
The deer pass down the wooded trail
The year’s last crickets sing,
While summer flowers bow and weep
On fields that wait for spring.
And I walk on in happiness
Out where blue twilight goes,
There followed by the wolf like dog
We call the Arctic Rose.
To see the things that God has made
That, from the stars above,
To fiery trees in autumn’s dress
Reflect His endless love.
Kate Watkins Furman
