Earlier in the morning,
The sun is taken away so soon.
Yet only to bring the late night breeze,
As you’re warmed by the moon.
Trees release their leaves,
As they elegantly dance about.
And as you see through the empty branches,
You feel as though something has been left out.
Longer nights of midnights,
To await for the new day.
And as the morning dawns,
The clouds steal your hopes away.
Once again we must endure
The tragedy of fall.
Yet if you’ll take a closer look,
You’ll see God’s beauty in it all.

12-5-1990 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: For my dear friend Carolyn