The air wafts cooler crisper
Rattling leaves will soon
Give up their grip as
Rushing autumn breezes
Hurry here to greet us
Eagerly we wait for
. . . . . . .
Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
I like the riff on Ecclesiastes.
Thank you for dropping in to visit, Morganna. Have a blessed day.
Fantastic…I love this Carol…thanks for posting this. Love you to my friend xx
Thank you for your visit and your kind comment. Much love always.. xxoo
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This is one of my Mother’s very favorite bible scriptures to quote. And not-so-coincidentally, a favorite song of hers by The Byrds. 🙂
It is a the scriptures that helps me let go of one season, whether it be weather or some other time of life, and continue on with the new. Thank for reading and commenting.
this is so very beautiful and true. i agree with every word you said in the end and the poem is fabulous.
Thank you again, Trisha, for visiting, reading, and commenting.
“Rattling leaves will soon give up their grip…” – wow I love the imagery here. Lovely poem and a great scripture. Thanks for sharing xx
Thank you for dropping by and commenting, Chloe. Thank you for your kind words.