God of the seasons,
As Earth turns over into autumn
And the days empty
More quickly of light,
We turn to You.
Amongst the red and orange and gold,
And the revealed praying boughs
Of the trees that seem to reach to heaven itself,
Remind us of the colour and architecture
Of our natural faith.
Remind us to let our roots
Run deep into Your hope,
And be nourished by Your loving presence.