These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Lady's Slipper: "Autumn Hope"

The fall in annual call
brings colors, that secure
the eyes to daily prize.

It's cold is really bold.
Relief for hottest grief
in hope to cause us cope.

These days of joyous stays
in times of hope sublime
bring smiles throughout the miles.

The gifts, that always lift
are sweet as those we eat.
We come to share them some.

Our tears are always clear.
The end of gifts we send,
'tis done the party's sun.

August is when we just
begin to Christmas win
the shops 'tween which we hop.

Hope grows in daily knows
The Lord in gracious Word
Returns us him to learn.

by Jay O’Toole
on August 30th, 2024