Sunday, September 28, 2014

Season of My Mind

Job 28:3 He setteth an end to darkness, and searcheth out all perfection: the stones of darkness, and the shadow of death.

Season of My Mind

The trees dispose of leaves I suppose
As they prepare for gentle slumber
Colors alive, no chance to survive
The field a brilliant umber.

Season of change, the views rearrange
Silent earth awaits new birth
In the corners of my mind I find
A victim searching self worth

With colors so great I anticipate
The dancing and singing of trees
Wind always blowing, leaves overflowing
A time to relish the breeze.

I look inside it’s there I confide
To the season of indecision.
Do I stay or go my way
I plead for undimmed vision.

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