Leaves turn to gold
And blanket the ground
The air is cool
And birds don’t make a sound.
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Soon there will not be
Much to cover her
Until the snows of winter
Frost her in white fur.
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I am much like that tree
In my autumn days
I felt a chill and change
In the fog of winter’s haze.
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The Spring of youth and romance
Bloomed like tiny flowers
Upon my memories
An ancient perfume to comfort in these hours.
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Pressed between the pages
Of my heart and soul and mind
Spring was a part of us
And Summer we’d soon find.
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Summer warmed out hearts
The Son so richly blessed
With warm and quenching rain
And our heads He gently caressed.
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Yet here again is Autumn
And it has brought again
The gift of change
And the tears of heaven’s rain.
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Soon it will be winter’s veil
Sweeping across my soul
Protecting the buds of Spring
From death’s icy cold.
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As I process through these days of remembering loss, I am reminded to remember all the seasons. In loss we can get stuck in the season of their passing, and forget the season of our living.
Widow's Manna 
Beautiful, beautiful words. So much power in the imagery. Hugs to you and prayers lifting you up to the only One who can truly comfort the mourning and bless them in the depths of their grief. Trusting in His Faithful Presence.
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Anna, thank you for encouraging me along the way. God is faithful and loving and a rock.
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