Changing with the Leaves

So we are all staring at the grand backside of the Fall Season, soon the celebrate the Incarnation and gain some much needed rest. I've noticed that I have been growing on an inner personal level since the fall colors began to settle in and come alive, I guess I'm always growing in some regards, but anyways. I've thought about how much of a show I make transitional times in my life, just like the trees, because change is so very vulnerable to me. Well, I guess my purpose is to share a poem, I shouldn't explain it, but let is speak for itself.

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Changing with the Leaves

Warmth once robed them in green safety,
a garment to veil skinny arms and
dry cracked skin, hidden broken twigs--
a robe of life that inevitably will die.

But not without a fiery fight.
Colors cry before their robe’s cold death.
Trees bear with pride their veil’s ending life
as Orion calls them to undress, to reveal

contorted nakedness, to strip away
the green show of past warm days,
to parade a twisted and tangled frame.
Every detail exposed, no blemish blended.

Summer’s fine show dried and crinkled
beside roots, crumbled under feet.
Only what’s underneath can stand
the loss of heat and light, a skeleton

that endures the lengthening night.

And now I, though growing cold and
covered in warming wool, know that
I must be naked in my clothes, and bear
my own twisted, tangled frame.

For my green show has had it’s day.



*photo by Micheal Melford, National Geographic 2005
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