The Leaves at my Feet - fall

The leaves are scattered

at my feet

a life of living

in victory over defeat

clear skies shine through

vacant trees

the earth has come to fall

on its knees

after so much bounty

it has received

yet here I stand

in testimony to the demands

that God is the power

and there is no other

who is as replete

than He who has 

scattered life's leaves

at my feet.

Hearth and Home - autumn/fall

On this sunless, chilly day

let us pull a tighter shawl

as our eyes seek out the warmer

places here in autumn

all

to find a fire and gather ‘round

to drive away the dampness’ cloy

as harvest past

we meet with joy

around a table spread with food

and loving folk knowing this is good

for fall has given

us each a prize

that seeking a hearth

and home

revives.  

A Time for Crickets- fall

it's summers end

a song of thankfulness 

is penned

for fruits of goodness

that God sends

His faithfulness 

do we depend

if life's a cycle

this warmth is our friend

as with all good things 

the leaves will descend 

and life itself

on which we depend

becomes so thin

we can not comprehend

what the future holds

but yet we transcend

to that which was promised

which God portends

and in midst of loss

we shall ascend

to Him who sends singing

we no longer contend

A time for crickets-

at summers end.