Yet Not Consumed

by - November 06, 2010

Tree branch green
with solar energy
until chloraphyl drains.
A slow giving up,
a yielding,
to a falling down.
It sparks
a crimson blaze.
A bush
sheds a layer
to stand
stark straight
and stiff.
Yet not consumed.
A naked skeleton
without flesh
or circulation
skirted by red,
brown confetti.
A festive bon voyage
for maple
that burns.
Yet not consumed.

A holy place
each tree on fire
playing dead,
shedding cover,
yet budding life
. . .anew. . .
in Spring.

It's the Song
of the Redeemed
the maples sing.

For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes, His eternal power, and divine nature, have been clearly seen, so they are without excuse. ~ Romans 1:20

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