Autumn’s Breath

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A crisp oak leaf rests gently,

as if sleeping

among the tiny, ruddy-leaved limbs of the azalea bush.

Held,

as though the tenderest of souls

in God’s creation.

Cared for

by the learned limbs

who know that they, too, shall soon surrender their ruby garments

to autumn’s breath.

 

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Posted on December 24, 2013, in Christianity and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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