A last yellow leaf from one of my trees
The leaves are beginning to really change color around here now. One maple tree in my yard has lost just about all of its leaves. All fallen leaves release themselves from the summer maples 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.
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
(My reading of this poem is on Pod-omatic at the bottom of this page.)
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