Change is in the air. The leaves are turning, changing falling. I have often reflected on how beautiful the leaves are just before they die. There is something so peacefull about watching the leaves fall gracefully and effortlessly to the ground. It makes me think about the paradox of the cross, that it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Change
Leaves falling in beautiful golds and reds,
Dying
While we give thanks for life
And reap the harvest;
Beautiful, mystical fall.
