God’s Own Time

They came down in fits and starts

Some yellow, some red, some ochre,

Even some green

With dingy browns.

They lay in clusters, in clumps,

In piles, even solo- in rude disarray.

Gone! Gone are days of verdure-

Denuded,divested, dishabille-

The boughs reached out

Splayed twiggy fingers

Into mournful emptiness.

The leaden skies vaulted,

In a dirge of silence,

Above the strewn landscape

Of shorn leaves and hidden sod.

Ebbing! Life’s ebbing moments,

In leafy metaphors, spoke in volumes

The sad tales of waning loves,

Of despair and despondence,

Of the fizzling fights

And of creeping seconds

That dwindle into nothing.

Then, ceasing toil and tremor,

Life lies down in placid content

Waiting for God’s Own Time!

2 thoughts on “God’s Own Time

  1. Finally getting to read back emails. What a wonderful description of fall and the parallel to our own aging and loss of those we love – the color and vibrant pars of our life. Got the card from Elizabeth that they will soon be moving again. Does that mean that their “old” house, which they live in now, will again be available to you? Hope you are staying healthy. I had my second cataract surgery yesterday. Glad that is over! On with life. LIz

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