LEAVES
Leaves, yellow, brown and rust cascade to the ground,
Falling from trees almost as old as time, almost.
Each leaf shaped by God's hand,
Singular, unique if only for a season.
Yellow leaves warn us that Winter's cold is easing in:
The cold, the snow, wait to embrace us with their icy radiance
For a season when daylight sneaks away early,
And night falls quietly, gently, quickly!
Yellow leaves, brown leaves,fallen leaves, have a story to tell!
Seasonal changes help us to appreciate God's handiwork!
Work has a copyright date of 11/2021
Regis. 🙏🌼🌳🌺🍁
But you tell a better one -
of seasons and rebirth and God's handiwork.
It doesn't get any better than that!
I AGREE, BARBARA...LEAVES, IN AND OF THEMSELVES, TELL A STORY. WE CAN MERELY LOOK AT A PICTURE OF LEAVES AND WE KNOW THE TIME OF YEAR IT IS, ALSO WHEN THE SUN WILL SET AND WILL PROBABLY COME UP. DEPENDING ON HOW BARE THE TREE IS AND THE COLOR OF OTHER LEAVES THAT SURROUNDS IT, WE KNOW IF IT'S EARLY FALL OR LATE. THE WONDOROUS HAND OF GOD, INDEED! THE IMAGERY HERE IS MARVELOUS, SO ENJOYED. THANK YOU. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
Love ya!
Jane
Ron
Sandie