by Lucy M. Young
The leaves are falling fast now
The trees will soon be bare
Their naked, shivering branches
Reaching for the black November sky.
The air is growing colder
Winter's moving closer every day
Animals are hibernating
Birds have flown to warmer climes
Before the bitter winter winds arrive.
One tree stands firm against the changing weather
A staunch New England pine, proud and strong
Its lush green foliage gently moves with every passing breeze
Soon snow will gently fall
Silently adorning field and tree and bush
With fluffy soft white plumes
Winter winds will whip them to a frenzy
And the tree will stand uninjured through it all
But Spring will come with tender grass
And soft green leaves and flowers
Peepers in the marshes fill the night with song
Robins and songbirds sing from all the trees.
Thank you, Lord, for all the changing seasons
And the constant beauty of them all.
Help us to appreciate each passing hour
And live each fleeting moment to the fullest.
Woodsmoke and Cardamom 