A harvest of snow on Thanksgiving day to ring in the Christmas season. ..
Leaves, How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow ~ Elsie N. Brady
Autumn has accomplished its end,
relinquishing herself to winter sleep
Escorting her quiet rest to nature...
and peace and rest to us all .... In Him, Patricia
For to set the mind on the flesh is death, but to set the mind on the Spirit is life and peace.
Have a splendid weekend full of calmness, and the Lord's grace.