Dance the Leaves Down, Lord, November’s almost gone!
I’d surely forget to change the seasons. Their comings saturate my eyes with their heralding, their season, their flash in the pan.
It’s dark today and overcast and cloudy. The clouds are moving pretty swiftly now, sending gold to the ground.
Gusts of wind dance the leaves down to the piles on the ground. The colors are auburnished. Some have begun to fade.
Soon the framework skeletons of trees will show and winter will set in. Silhouettes swaying, contrasting the daily skies and nights.
But today, a few leaves still cling to the life they knew. They aren’t fazed by the wind yet, don’t feel too chilled yet.
The rain will mat them all down. Cars will drive them into powder and mush. We’ll forget their short time of glory.
Then ice will come, maybe snow, cold winds and different surrounding light for Christmas.
Inside the trees the process of growing new leaves courses along to spring, the glorious spring. fine portions of God’s designed chemical processes we can only copy.
