It has been days of clouds
cascading pearls of raindrops
waves of gusting wind
God nurturing the grass
baring the autumn trees
preparing spring’s mulch.
Nature’s furious transition
to the white shivering chills
of a solitary winter.
I ponder our own hibernal fate
in prayerful apprehension
and the Holy Spirit gently
wipes away the tears of loss
for the autumn tryst
that might have been
if God had blessed it so.
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