The glory of it all
As I look through the slits on my window, I start
to process it all and as time goes on you
start to undress the trees before my eyes.
You unclothe them of all their splendor on
a cold and autumn day.
Yes, you strip the trees of their majestic garments.
All made of fascinating colors, especially the
alluring golden oranges, ruby reds,
and yes still some leftover remnants of
emerald green leafs.
Powerfully you bare them before my gaze,
while in my mind I’m silently thinking of the
cold months ahead.
Yet, I’m reminded once again that this will
be the coldest winter of my life because
I no longer have you by my side my dear son
to capture the glory of it all with me.
How God makes the trees bare is a wonder in
That’s how my heart feels, helpless, defenseless,naked, stripped ...of all emotions