The Agony of Autumn Shades

20 October 2010 8 comments

The hues admired by passing eyes
which here adorn each branch and limb
so impress the passers-by,
yet are birthed from pain within. 

Men stroll in autumn's changing air
and revel in the fiery trees;
they think of God painting so fair
these tinted bronze and golden leaves. 

But human minds could never guess
the agony of autumn shades
called forth at the divine behest 
which turn the forests into graves. 

Each colored leaf on outstretched hand
is dying slow, a death most bright.
And gently falling to the land
they move toward graves of frozen night.

This mighty maple longs for June
when plenteous stars it green unfurled
to shine in verdant green at noon--!
but now stand flushed and dry and curled.

The God in heaven has seen me proud.
What strength I had I thought was mine,
but was in truth by heav'n endowed
and now in fact by heav'n resigned.

He brings me death. My weakness bared
Is no triumph against Him, trying.
Yet as the passers-by declare,
my greatest glory is in dying.


  • Anthony said...

    The words were music that harmonized with the song of my soul. There is beauty in His death. And when I die to Him, that too is a beautiful thing. Thank you friend.

  • Carley Brown said...

    This is a beautiful poem! nicely done. It has great flow and rhyme and makes me miss the fall leaves.

    Florida is still nice and green, as always I imagine, haven't lived here long enough to know for sure

  • Carley Brown said...

    I liked the comment you left on my blog... it made me laugh

    "don't you get this obvious fact of life I'm trying to explain to you" haha

    Your funny! and yes... Go Northwest! I think most my heart will always be there

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