When Autumn Days Are Here

 

 I count my blessings one by one

Whate'er the time of year,

And yet it seems I count them more

When Autumn days are here.

 

The nearby fields of ripened grain,

The harvest gathered in;

Rich bounty from the hand of God

To bless our land again.

 

I lift my eyes to Autumn hills

Of flaming red and gold;

A picture only God could paint,

So splendorous to behold.

 

The gentle hush upon the land,

Wild geese in southward flight,

The harvest moon hanging low,

A giant lantern bright.

 

I count my blessings one by one -

I'm thankful for them all -

And still it seems I count them more

When comes the season Fall.

 

~ Kay Hoffman