Poetry on God's Creation "And creation's wonders are but the outer fringe of God's works; how faint the whisper we hear of him!"---Job 26: 14
Sunday, August 30, 2009
The Single Leaf
I saw a leaf, a single leaf, Spin past the silent dale And land upon the quiet chest Of autumn's golden rail, A single leaf, which heaven brought To drift upon the shroud Encased in other bits of rag We call the copper cloud: How sad it felt to view it there Amongst the reds and rogue: While summer moaned through fragrant woods And threads of snowy blue--- How sorrowful my sunlit heart In trepidation grew To see the leaf go drifting down Within the autumn's rue.