the leaves are falling now
at my feet
soft and damp
layered together
to be swept up
bagged up
tossed away
as if they never bloomed green and lush in my trees
waiting waiting
through
a long icy cold
winter
I hear they will appear
anew
17 years
1 month ago
5 comments:
Beautiful poem Karen. I know about the sun shinning thing and will pray that God sends some to you.
Lovin on you
Sharon
So beautiful Karen! Thank you!
A poem for you,
Leaves are shed in preparation
Inviting early darkness, stillness, and cold.
Leaves are shed, harkening wind, rain and snow.
Wind expresses a need to be heard
Rain falls as another form of tears
Snow falls from storehouses declaring Heaven.
The ugliness of this world covered.
Leaves are shed for fun and games with loved ones.
Beckoning, quiet warm reflections by the fire.
Memories once long forgot from the busyness of spring and summer
are now lovingly and painfully remembered.
This is winter, dark and cold
Leaves are shed as numerous as tears dripping
Understanding this pain,
Knowing one day you will dance again.
Knowing they too will be renewed
Leaves are shed, they can’t tell you soon enough
you will be with him again.
He’s not far from you
smiling from safe and secure arms
Knowing full well, seasons come and go
Until at last...
eternity
Gary
you are amazing...beautiful, poetic words. I love you.
And for me that means liquid gold. It means life everlasting. It means my gardens are going to be promised the best meal they ever had. God does not waste does he?
the photo and the poem - truly an expression of the heart.
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