beautiful death

time to walk, to pause, to listen, to seek, 

to capture the moments, the freshness, 

the beautiful death of autumn...

colors that steal my gaze and catch my breath, 

vibrant as fiery gems burning in the sunlight

the movement of earth to gather in preparation, to travel, 

to build shelter, to savor the last of harvest's offerings 

before winter's eve sets in

time to be thankful, to be still, to know peace and feel joy 

in this glorious display of life...

knowing it will soon fall helplessly to the ground, 

barren and brown, cold and burried 

beneath the coming snow

the golden light will turn grey, 

the clear blue will turn to a misty haze, 

the warmth and fragrance will vanish in the 

sting of icy breath

but the memory will stay, 

the hope of green will grow in my heart 

and the waiting will be salved with the 

treasure of togetherness, the warmth of generosity, 

and the fragrance of love. 

my soul thrives in this beautiful death

 as the earth cries out it's last seasonal song

 to the Maker of all things new 

I too, am most beautiful when I let my colors fall to the ground

 allowing His brilliant light to shine through