Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new
2 Corinthians 5:17
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!
Patti Wolf 
That’s a good reminder for me since I dread winter and the depression it brings me.
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