Brown leaves covering the yard
reminding me sometimes I need to shed
the very things that charred
my very way of looking at life.
Things I did earnestly embed
into my now hardened heart
must fall away like the trees cast off
brown leaves and prepare the way
for new growth new life in the spring.
Only the Lord's truth can stay.
If it pleases not my king,
I should cast it away
like brown leaves upon the ground.