The gilded leaves of autumn sigh
and herein lies the reason why
soon, they know, their time to die.
Adorned for a season with colors grand
and yet somehow they understand
death by their Maker has been planned.
But many before have been blown and swirled
with Goodman Gust have danced and twirled
as if not to have a care in the world.
“A leaf I’ll be always” is there perception
crafted by a draft of deception
eternity is a far future conception.
And so they spend their days in ease
living free spirited among the trees
letting the winds blow where they please.
If they’re honest though, they have a hunch
colors will fade, be reduced to a crunch
grim reaper will give the knock out punch.
When I was a young child, you were an old gray headed man that shuffled along slowly, aided by a cane. You never could move fast enough for me, and although I tried to hurry you, you would not be rushed. I looked forward to things like going to kindergarten, summer vacations and the holidays that never seemed like they would come soon enough. As I got older, I looked forward to graduating 8th grade, graduating high school, graduating college and finally getting married, but I was always waiting on you, for you were ever with me. Things just had to be done at your pace.
An amazing transformation happened to you after I got married. Suddenly you were much younger, and it seemed you and I were moving together at an almost equal speed. Now we were getting somewhere! We seemed to be in sync until I had my first child, at which point another alteration took place in you. You became even younger and seemed to have the energy of a teenager, while at the same time, I noticed that I was getting older. I was enjoying being a mother. There were days I just wanted to marinate in the experience, but you with your boundless energy kept pushing me forward. Before I even realized what was happening, my children were graduating from high school and growing up. Oh, you rambunctious youth! You just wouldn’t stop and rest even for a minute.
Then one day, I had an epiphany concerning you. In all honesty, you had been the same all along and had never changed. The only thing that had changed was my perception of who you are. You have been God’s faithful servant throughout the ages, and I am learning to cherish you more each day. I will do my best not to try and hurry you or slow you down or squander you, but with God’s help, I will let you run your course. You are precious to me, Time!