Trees tall and straight
With naked bough.
Their leaves only memories now.
Sudden gust of wind,
Whirls the leaves,
Across a browning wintry lawn.
Sitting here this morning with a cup of coffee, watching the leaves move across the lawn. Thanksgiving is past once more and Christmas will soon arrive. The calendar on the wall silently announces that another holiday season is here and with each season, the days of my life, like a calendar, are numbered.
Coffee tastes good this morning. Thank you, Lord, for another day.