They change before my eyes:
translucent, transparent telling
of coming changes chanting
their farewells across the sky.
If trees could talk what would
be said of their transformation?
Would willows weep or birches
balk as their leaves are wisp away?
Maples seem to chatter in wind;
while oaks remain stately and only
rumble, rattle, roar as autumn exits
clinging to their crisp leaves till spring.
My life could be as those sturdy oaks
torn by stormy winds on darken days,
as seasons change by hand of God I
choose to cling to Him until spring again!
I would fly away and be at rest.
Indeed, I would wander far off,
And remain in the wilderness.
I would hasten my escape
From the windy storm and tempest.”
Psalms 56:6-8
Patti Wolf 
Superb phot followed by a beautifully written poem.
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I visited another poet in Branson some years back. What an inspiring place to write. Thanks for stopping in.
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Lovely poem and beautiful picture
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Lovely!
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Thank you for the question about transformation! Fun to ponder. I’ve simply assumed they accepted it and surrendered their leaves like memories past, trusting God for the gray days ahead all with branches up in praise.
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This is beautiful. Thank you. 🙂
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The leaves are falling…to me, there is always a little bit like dying.
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I enjoyed the analogy and the spiritual connection, the constant through all seasons.
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I love how you give the different trees a voice. Beautiful autumn imagery and wistful.
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This is incredibly stunning and leaves much to ponder upon. I have always believed Autumn to be filled with wisdom, they is a lot to learn from its changing colours. Especially love; “If trees could talk what would be said of their transformation? Would willows weep or birches balk as their leaves are wisp away?”💝
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You are very observant of trees. They do have each their own voices. (K)
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Autumn is probably the most evocative time, even though it’s all about decay. Very nice.
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I so love autumn season here and their changing of colors. This part is filled with sounds:
Maples seem to chatter in wind;
while oaks remain stately and only
rumble, rattle, roar as autumn exits
clinging to their crisp leaves till spring.
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