Autumn Arousal

The backdoor yawns its welcome12032974_10206434285127882_7672187241716231946_n
as your paws slip and slide
on wooden floors, you a courier of
locust leaves, golden, mossy green, and crisp.

A fragile baptism peppers the deck,
each shake of limb in autumn wind
arouses flutter bottomward.

I sweep away once more.
Relentlessly they perfect their purpose,
celebrate Your passion.
If all would drop at once
I could keep it at bay, rather,

I release to Your miraculous pattern,
a shift and rare array with each
pad across the porch.

I sit in wonder, not grab
for dominion, You honor
me with grace at each turn,
relinquish marvel in every Breath.

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Author’s Note:

From the Sunday lectionary, September 20, 2015 –  Lectio Divina

Psalm 54: 6, The Message

I’m ready now to worship, so ready.
I thank you, God—you’re so good.

2 thoughts on “Autumn Arousal

  1. I always enjoy your poetry and this brings the image to mind of your doggie friend dropping fall leaves while eagerly wagging his tail when he sees you. He is sharing the excitement of the new season with you.😆
    I think I lost the first comment in trying to post it. Smile

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