Autumn Changes

In autumn the leaves start changing 

to colors rich and bright,

and soon they all

will begin to fall,

creating an artistic sight.

The green that in summer was seen 

on the branches of every tree 

has now turned to gold

and reds quite bold;
this change is delightful to see.

The exquisite beauty of nature
when leaves begin to die,
as vibrant shades abound,
covering the ground,
leads us to wonder why.
Why such a glorious tribute
to what is almost past?
Crackling leaves drying
in this season of dying;
their splendor cannot last.

Changes come into each life

in what has happened before.

Though all things must end,

on God you can depend

to bring beauty to life once more.
excerpt of A Symphony of Seasons
© Connie Arnold
http://conniearnold.webs.com/books.htm

Autumn Changes

 photo © Gary Strader

In autumn the leaves start changing

to colors rich and bright,

and soon they all

will begin to fall,

creating an artistic sight.

The green that in summer was seen

on the branches of every tree

has now turned to gold

and reds quite bold;

this change is delightful to see.

The exquisite beauty of nature

when leaves begin to die,

vibrant shades abound

and cover the ground,

making us wonder why.

Why such a glorious tribute

to what is almost past?

Crackling leaves drying

in this season of dying;

their splendor cannot last.

Changes come into each life

in what has happened before.

Though all things must end,

on God you can depend

to bring beauty to life once more.

© Connie Arnold

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Autumn Lesson

Autumn is the time of year
when summer sounds we no longer hear
and winter’s arrival is drawing near.

As leaves slowly begin to fall,
migrating birds follow nature’s call
to warmer climates for them all.

They fly to where warm breezes blow,
and somehow they just seem to know
that autumn is the time to go.

The instinct accepted by each one,
when no longer warmed by the late fall sun,
is to fly south before autumn is done.

Migrating birds in formation fly,
following their leader, not asking why,
steadily soaring across the sky.

There is surely a lesson to learn
from these birds, as we discern
there is a refuge where we can return.

When the coldness of sin is drawing near,
and we are filled with doubt and fear,
a still, small voice we need to hear.

We have a leader to be our Guide,
when from life’s problems we want to hide.

If we will follow, faithful and true,
God’s love and peace can come shining through.

© Connie Arnold, 2009

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