True Colors

     Autumn colors...
     Deepening before they fall
     Yellow, brown, crimson, red
     Descending one, descending all,
     Torn from life, now left as dead
     And disconnected from the Vine,
     Parted from the blood, the Life,
     Without the Spirit's sap divine,
     They wither, as if cut by knife.
     No two-edged Sword has cut them down.
     The Tree did not push them away.
     But with no desire for the crown
     They have abscised, not to stay.
Erik Mundall
December 13, 1995

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