AUTUMN TIE DYE

Two years later....I discovered an unpublished draft on my Blogger posts and went back to see what it was.  I found a poem I wrote while exploring the east coast during the glory of fall color.  In the midst of the cold, white world of winter, perhaps it is a good time to finally publish 'Autumn Tie-Dye'.  




Maple reds,

Birch orange and golds,

Oaks and acorns litter the path.

High overhead leaves gently spin on spider tails,

Others relinquish a hold and slowly,

    Weaving in and out,

         Dancing on the wind,

           Fall to the ground

                 And scatter everywhere.

The leaves are dying.

A season of life is ending,

Death is all around.

Yet, the sunshine appears,

The Light of God’s glory,

And the leaves are transfixed –

Ablaze with a glow of beauty,

Of life, of energy and spirit.

As I near the end of this earthly season,

Will the light of God so transform me?

Will I wear a robe of new beauty?

Will God tie-dye my soul with red and orange, green and gold?

What a glorious moment of anticipation!