Things Are Falling Into Place

Bring in the crops, all the crops from the field;
'Twas very good year and a plentiful yield.

Pick all the apples, can up the beans
Cook up the jams and splatter your jeans.

Watch the leaves fall, stoke up the fires;
Pull out the sweaters, and find the snow tires.

Fall is the season to look back and ponder
The planting and harvesting still is a wonder.

Fall bares the trees and clouds fill the skies;
Leaves die and fall - what a glorious demise!

Cattle plod down from the high mountain pasture
To winter and feed in a in a place more secure.

While the mountains foretell what we already know:
Winter's a-coming, the high peaks have snow.

So the skis are pulled out and rubbed smooth and slick
While skiers wait news of snow packed and thick.

Then the turkey is bought and dinner is planned
And every spare chair at the table is manned.

Every head it is bowed, each heart humbled low
Before the Creator of men, crops and snow.

And THANK YOU is uttered in many a place
Peace, joy and love illumine each face.

Pat Zabriskie c 1983