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