Jehovah as Tree Surgeon
The early color in the autumn leaves
Reminds of love. Each hot and hotter hue
Brands deeply on my heart, but none deceives
Me even for one moment that bright you
Will ever shine against the blue of fall,
Of fall’s high heaven once again. Never
Will golds or yellows, orange, reds be tall
Again against such coldness. Forever
Forbidden is that combination now.
Not even Christ can muster up a breath
To bring perfection to an autumn bough:
Today exquisiteness is stained with death.
..You lost your only son. God made an end
….To colored hearts and love, my now lost friend.