Changing Seasons

Sept. 6, 1999

Feel the seasons in the blood of trees,

Ever changing, rest in the waning year,

Slowed and musing deep in holy ease

To sleep once more in the peaceful arms of earth.

Then waking with a rush of emerald leaves

Reaching through sky to greet a warming sun,

And waxing full in summer's languorous breeze

Upon the autumn yield with fruited mirth

The treasure of their glory and increase.