every year
in the fall
that tree of
red
has me in
awe
along with
its neighbors,
yellow and
orange,
true colors
come through
(kept in
summers storage)
when the
temperatures cool
and the
shadows grow long
that is when
the colors are strong –
out of
weakness
no one else knows,
how
beautiful you’ve become
that only
now shows.
I believe
you are crimson,
caring and
kind,
the blood of
our Lord
is His
blessing divine
we show our
colors
when we keep
the faith,
it is true,
with our
weaknesses uncovered
God’s will
shines through.
