Seasons – Woodsmoke and Cardamom

by Lucy M. Young

photo by Autumn Mott Rodeheaver on Unsplash

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.

One day the trees were clad in gorgeous garments, red and gold,
A radiant display that filled my heart with joy;
Then came the storm.
The rain exploded in a torrent of sound upon the roof;
The wind tore shrieking holes in saturated air.
The next day when I looked the trees were bare -
Brown lacy etchings hung against a ragged sky -
But now the ground was carpeted in emerald, crimson, gold,
Autumn's last defiant fling ere winter's bleakness.

How fleeting is our time on earth!
How fickle blow the storms of life
To change our days from joy to despair;
But may our autumns bloom in colors splendid -
The celebration of a life of usefulness and service -
Then peaceful sleep,
Awakening in the spring of life eternal
To start again the never-ending cycle.

Tag: Seasons

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