Molding Leaves
Molding Leaves
Suns golden rays
On awaiting ground
Denying summer heat
Dampens fragrant aroma
Of molding leave
Enticing it’s demure
Nothing to surpass
The dancing leaves
Falling to their fate
In in quite quest
Surrendering in repose
Letting all know.
The ensuing coming
Of winter travail
Obeying nature calling
The decaying leaves
Composing to earth
For its renewal.
Needs of enrichment
From fertile beginning.
In Casting what’s passed
Into the wonderment
Of final decree
Given in Love
By God above.
Copyright © John Hardison | Year Posted 2018
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