Storms of Leaves

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 onlyrumble, rattle, roar as autumn exits clingingContinue reading “Storms of Leaves”

First Snow

How dreary thorns in flesh? Russet hues in wintry light; against dismal resting earth. It’s here first snow appears; scatters crystals among trees, interrupts rioting leaves of fall. Where comes storehouses of snow? God binds them in unreachable homes; unleashing flakes at His sovereign will. A child sees first snow differently, when mossy earth isContinue reading “First Snow”