An Introspection of Similes

In the beginning of my days,

I was as the budding leaf on the trees of spring.

Fresh – New – Unblemished,

A soft tender light green…

Time marched on and boldly into the days of my summer.

Wrought were these days with storms which raged on –

Shaping my future.

For the wind of change never ceased as I lost many a friend along the way—

Yet I still did cling to the wonderment of my spring.

Now here abide I against the backdrop of an October blue sky.

My pale baby green soul has long been gone,

My summer colors once so dark and strong begin to fade.

I teeter now on the limbs of time,

I know that I live now in the fall of my years. –

I know even more as the reality of winter nears.

Soon I, the once bright green leaf will join my brothers and sisters

To whit I shall cease.

Yet I fear not this cycle of change,

For I am more than just a leaf,

I am His glory

I am in Him by more than name…

J. Allen Wilson © 10/6/2010