What holy call
is this, this
burning bush
filled with light,
light, where life is
changing
as the seasons turn?
What lessons here
as earth prepares for
winters bight?
Caught in a moment
these golden leaves
blaze as
a sacrifice of glory,
reminding me
that though
the frost and snow
will come
there is a promise
of another spring,
as the seasons turn
and turn...
What lessons are there here?
Bracken at Skipwith Common
