Autumnal Grace

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Autumnal Grace

by

P. A. Matthews



I watch a leaf fall.
others in its family
join the fray of autumn,
dancing, skittering across
barren sunburned lawns.

A waltz of sorts,
the breeze its own melody,
ruffling, stirring them
into couples and circles,
wafting higher to join the song.

Tapestry of vibrant yellow,
bronzed orange, and scintillating red
weaves before my eyes the fabric of fall,
one last show stopping burst
before winter claims and buries.

Harvest - the earth brings forth abundance
in full measure, time of fellowship with
loved ones around a table giving thanks to God
for allowing another year, a reminder
our lives carry not only abundant promise,
but humbleness providing for others.

The leaves dance to the tune of the wind.
I know in my head what occurs,
leaves fall as the tree’s life prepares for rest,
in my heart the miracle is greater,
the tree sustains life in its body
awaiting another season.

The leaves remind there is hope,
cycles in our lives God provides,
each cycle holding its own grace and purpose,
a design in nature we can follow
in our daily walk.

The leaves of autumn are gone,
swept along by the whistling wind.
I stare at their tree in anticipation,
waiting for their return.

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