corridors of glory

Autumn just rolls out it's glory like there's no tomorrow.
Knowing the season of silence, grey and white is just around the corner...

Showing off those deep rich earthy colours against a stunning backdrop of blue...
makes you catch your breath and cry
Holy,
Holy
Holy
is the Lord God Almighty.

The air is fresh, crisp red apples cover the ground under the trees, flowers are displaying their best at the last of the season.

Streets become corridors of glory with reds and golds fluttering down making a drive to work feel like a celebratory procession.

Puddles of colour ring the trunks of trees that are slowly releasing their finery of the season, finishing their race with a burst of unsurpassed beauty.

I sit spellbound, my eyes awash with spectacular splendour as I take the dogs out for their early morning frolic.

My bedroom window becomes a portal into a golden glory land.
And I worship the One who makes everything beautiful in it's time.