It is just starting:
this change of season.
But already the leaves of the trees are pulling themselves tight,
cupping their hands to hold
on to the light.
Drinking,
soaking it in
so that, very soon,
they will delight in a new way
of reflecting that light
to
the glory of God
and the
amazement of man.
~mj
How beautifully leaves grow old.
How full of light and color are their last days.
~John Burroughs
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