Summer Blossoms

We scan the autumn trees

Watching falling leaves

As they linger for a while

Pausing like a smile

On the lips of lovers

They dance on bare branches

Before taking their chances

Tumbling to the ground

Silent, not a sound

Joining others there below

Their flourishing will remain

In memories of the same

Young leaves of spring

Now lost until that thing

We call winter is gone and past

Then in our minds eye

Casting looks into the sky

We see our lost

Understand the cost

Our tears, our love for the summer blossoms

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Golden leaf

A golden leaf hanging high on an autumn tree.

Clinging there though its life is nearly spent.

We can see beauty in it still, though now it is time to fall.

It clings in hope, holding to what is spent and gone.

In days, in hours, in seconds it will fall.

Down to the paths of the world to be walked over and returned to the earth once more.

In days, in hours, in seconds it will be as though it never existed.

Let go golden leaf.

Let life begin once more.

Autumn, for me, is a time of storing up and letting go. Harvest helps us to concentrate on storing up the good gifts of God, while the changing seasons remind us that there are some things that need to die to make way for new life.