ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
Trees turn into blazing colors, leaves weave tightly on the ground.
Tapestry of gold and crimson, clearing way for sight and sound,
Soon the barren trees stand empty, lifeless, worn and spent of life,
Skeletal they stand before us, facing winter’s call to strife,
Branches reach to touch the heavens, empty now yet full of hope,
They’ll return in springtime glory, with persistence in their scope,
Life is merely a transition, it returns to life again,
When we trust in the Physician, broken hearts and souls to mend.