Fall “Behind” Leaves

Fall tiptoes in with golden grace, Behind each leaf, a quiet place. The tallow tree begins to sigh, its colors whispering goodbye. Crimson blush and amber flame, no two leaves fall quite the same. They twirl like thoughts we meant to keep, then drift to earth in silent sleep. Behind the leaves, the season turns, a softer light, a chill that burns. Yet in this fall, we find release, a hush, a breath, a kind of peace. So let the leaves fall where they may, behind them hides a brighter day. And if you pause beneath their flight, you just might catch the fading light.

© Minister Sue Ruth Robertson