Burnished Copper

Burnished Copper

Burnished copper, all ablaze,
Embers of these Autumn days,
Flamed by sunset's rays below,
Glory in the amber glow.

Nature's coins of gold abound,
Whirling spirals touch the ground,
Piled in heaps of treasure-trove,
Round the tree-trunks in the grove.

Beechnuts, acorns, chestnuts sweet,
Crunch beneath our tramping feet,
Blackberries upon the thorn,
Purple fruit from branches torn.

Bronze bedecks the woodland scene,
Riches covering the green,
We are blessed by God's own wealth,
Falling on the world by stealth.

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