I seem to write about leaves a lot. On Saturday, I wrote in a handwritten journal about the birch tree outside my little study. This tree is an endless source of inspiration. My notes became this poem:
sweeping gold leaves
from the walkway
the years that are past
drew me closer
to God
Some of my other poems with leaves (some revised a little for this post):
raindrops
on bare branches – how gold
remaining leaves
pink rose colors
through clouds
fallen leaves
treetops with gold leaves
whisper in gentle winds
“Unto thee, O Lord,
do I lift up my soul.”
Psalm 25: 1 (KJV)
early Sunday
I move a plant with new leaves
into new sun
gold leaves
drift to ground
sunbeam on water
golden sun
on gold leaves
unconditional love
