Rearranging Roses

I heard it in the wind last night; Now I see it in the autumn bright falling leaves in glorious applause as summer takes a three-month pause The glories drifting down and all around in golden flight with rustling sound

It seems like many dim years ago we moved into this forest space; every breeze brings down a whispering trace of what has grown and died this year. The trees shed their heritage with a leafy tear. I catch these glimpses of forest flutter that whirl and twirl down to our gutter. In our home this writer resides to witness glory as the forest glides. There was a time when this father was a singer in past a musician, but now a bringer of life and love to to the woman, the son and daughters, a marriage of heaven and earth, doing what we oughter I remember the days when I used to sit and sing songs in guitar modal grit. Yet now we prosper ‘cause we’re grateful as the leaves float down so graceful here in our homestead planted in the woods where the trees spread their leafy hoods Life has brought us so much joy and love as years fly by like the fluttering flying dove. Now I live up here, the old guy; the world shines bright as all that grows on Appalachian wooded heights. We received the call to worship the Son of Man, the Lord who survived the hammers, the nails and wounding of the sword. I hear the trees in the rustling fall, in glorious applause as Creation celebrates the seasons with a colorful pause. Chilly now, end of summer, no more shiny hot nights It was just the arbutus rustling

and the waltzing of the trees as they wave goodbye to summer in the Way, the Truth and autumn Light. Listen: Carey Rowland