A last yellow leaf from one of my trees
I posted this poem about a month ago. However, the leaves are really being blown by the usual northwest winds around here now. One maple tree in my yard has lost all of its leaves. Even the beautiful Catalpa tree is letting go of its large, heart-shaped leaves. That means it's time to take out that annual aerobic leaf remover: the rake, and I love it!
Autumnal leaves release themselves from the summer branches and delicately float toward the fertile ground, continuing their labor of renewal and fulfilling their simple task of breathing truth into a complicated world. This poem is one inspired by the last yellow leaf to fall.
Last Yellow Leaf
Clinging to the dormant branch,
she glows, knowing
that His Love envelops
with strength and purpose,
the brilliance beaming through.
A gust of the north wind
sends this last yellow leaf
on its way to life’s
glorious fulfillment.
© Jeanne I. Lakatos
she glows, knowing
that His Love envelops
with strength and purpose,
the brilliance beaming through.
A gust of the north wind
sends this last yellow leaf
on its way to life’s
glorious fulfillment.
© Jeanne I. Lakatos
(To hear my reading of this poem on Pod-omatic, Click HERE.)
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