good to be back to writing

Looking down from 2,000 feet up

The leaves are changing
and I do not know what
it means for you.

But the color
spectrum reminds me of
the Lord. Again,
the Leaves are painted
colors of His heart
with all of them
telling a story of Love.
The red reminds me of shed blood, long time ago
when He died; Devotion.
Mixed in his flight
brilliant orange doth shine
above the yellow sun,
rising on the third day and
our last
before we learned
what Joys we had
and why the world can still Grow.

Though spring, its true,
is important too
the pain borne for us
was the last gift for a world,
that was, is, dying.