The leaves are turning –
the vibrant green of summer
is now speckled with bits of yellow,
popping here and there and everywhere;
and soon, the orange and deep, deep reds will follow.
Oh, the joy that comes through my eyes
as the leaves turn and die!
It is almost a morbidly selfish thought –
the joy that comes through my eyes
as the leaves turn and die –
until I recognize
the joy that comes through Your eyes
as I let go and die.