I do not like the fall,
Dry brown leaves, wrinkled and decaying;
Touch of death over all,
With everything green around me dying:
Vibrant colors fading,
O give me the resurrection of spring;
God in all His glory,
The sweet melody that birds love to sing.
Branches like dry bones,
Touched after a frigid, winter’s rest;
Shrouded in green cones:
Tiny, green velvet buds at the end, nest
On dry, brittle bones;
Shimmer like green, painted fingernails.
And they will blossom forth,
Like a tree planted by the water,
Sheltered from the north;
Sunshine and peace, in the fresh, keen air.
Jesus cursed the tree that bore no fruit,
Blessed the tree that bore -
For even a frail, tiny green shoot,
Its gay, fruitful clothing wore.
Dry branches lopped off for the fire,
Unfruitful barren tree!
In the spring and resurrection power;
Dry bones, alive should be -
Like budding trees ready to flower.
How rewarding to see,
Good men and women who fruitful be;
Valerie Shave lives in beautiful British Columbia (Paradise) in a small town near Duncan, B.C., called Lake Cowichan. She’s a prolific writer of poems stories and plays. Her poem “Tsunami’ was on Oprah’s blog. She’s currently working on a book on China where she lived and taught for ten years.
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