Pouring autumn rain
Annoyed when “time-savers” don’t work properly
Wasting even more precious time
Efforts lost with no fruit to show.
Thunder rumbles overhead
Deadlines looming
Stripping my branches
For what?
Piercing winds scatter dead leaves
False expectations
Friendships shatter
It’s You and me.
Yet promises stand
Tall, unyielding, strong as an oak
More enduring than time
Or our colorful surroundings.
Prepare for new growth
Once the chaff has blown
And I’m ground to powder
Sifted and refined.
Fill me with Your Spirit
Knead me with Your hands
Once the fire is past
May I burst forth
Renewed and pure as an apple blossom.








