Trees, whose leaves of changing hues paint
A momentary portrait of a new season
Whose leafy arms hold birds in joyous song
Remind us of life’s eternal spring
Not otherwise discerned.
The trunks of fallen trees; circular rings
A reminder of yesteryear-of seasons come and gone
Of encouragements, the warmth of a fire glow
Of mysteries, of meanings no longer obscure
As grace unfolds, it is a gift of life.
But for all that is said and done
In grief, in joy, in all things under the sun
It is the act of kindness
That all seasons doth surpass.