Glorious colors call around
I am entranced as I move through the forest
Small crab-apples crunch under foot
Leaves of orange, yellow, and red abound.
A breath, a second, a moment
And I am face down
Seemingly tripping over nothing
I lay sprawled on the soft mud and moss.
It could have been a rock or a root
That rose up from the earth
To meet my face
Instead my fall is broken softly.
I continue on
More cautious, still observing
As some leaves come sailing down
Gloriously dressed for their final descent.
They captured the sunlight
God’s beauty blazing through them
And now they shall soon rest
After the wind ceases to blow them here and there.
I too am like these leaves
Maybe now is the fall of my life
A time to blaze with God’s glory
And someday make the gentle descent.