Saturday, November 24, 2012
Some leaves as yellow as Frost's wood
Were strewn across my lawn.
I loved to see them lying there,
This autumn's wealth of gold,
But then, suburbanite I am,
I ground them into shreds
So I could see the boring lawn.
I needed exercise,
And they were ready to be ground,
But now their glory's shredded, too,
As if it never was,
Until some more leaves goldly fall.
While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat,
summer and winter, day and night, shall not cease.
(Genesis 8:22 ESV)
My wife says, "The leaves weren't ready to be ground. They were just lying happy where God put them. Every year he puts them there."