Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Autumn Gift

Pink sky, blue sky behind the western trees.  

The soft grass wets our feet.

A surprising path of summer green,
            for all the world’s a patchwork sewn in autumn colors.

Fields are barest brown, or rustling faded corn.

Leaves have drifted down and down and down.  

Maple, apple, birch, and ash with skirts of single colors, rich and bright.
            There’s been no wind to send them on their way.

Oaks are red this year, deep red. Their leaves yet fly up high.  

Regal pines are robed in darkest green.

My youngest child,
            gift and gift again,
                        tugs at my hand to stop.

Her playful eyes meet mine,
            finger at her lips to hush and listen.

The breeze has stopped to rest, and clouds are still.

One cricket dares to sing.

Kneeling to hold her close, I feel her breathe the evening air.
            I whisper out Thanksgiving.

She laughs and turns to run again.


Treasure from the Junk Drawer
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Bible verses:
The Holy Bible, English Standard Version (ESV)