Dance you now in morning breezes
Sway and twirl against the wind
Dropping treasures of your harvest
Without care or fear or whim.
Ease you now in colder weather
Bare your bones, send roots down deep
Anchored rest for unknown season
Winter’s nap your soul to keep.
Days are damp and mornings chilling
Fog hangs low over hills and trees
Life moves slow in quiet whispers
As grandma rises from her knees.
Light streams over well-worn pages
Gnarled fingers turn them slow
Pausing, drawing, strength from words
Written holy long ago.
Hearts and trees need life’s refreshing
Given freely by God above
Open now His Word and drink
Wisdom, faith, power, and love.
(December 10, 2016)