, ,

The twirling leaves have stopped their course
A cotton silence surrounds me
A gentle spray of heavenly tears
Is stroking my face as a reminder
That my heart has two pieces missing;
Gone with the wind of my selfishness

The green giants have lightened their coats
The soft shaking of the reds and yellows,
In harmony with the song of a sparrow
Is calling my name in a whisper

Waving in the breeze, the fiery dots
Reflect  the wounds of Love
Of the one who strengthens me

And even as I fail and fall,
The wet baptism of red leaves
Comforts me like the promise of the sun,
Ever present behind the clouds.