Love Notes on the Wind

A flurry of falling leaves

Has danced into my heart

Falling from God’s own trees

Each one, a work of art.

With borders that ebb and flow

And edges of scarlet fringe,

Their colors embrace my soul

With shades of golden tinge.

And with every breath of wind

That tousles through my hair

Love notes come end on end,

Reminding me you’re there.

You’re there in quiet stillness

And the falling of each leaf,

I feel your love’s caress

In my joy and in my grief.

Your love notes on the wind

Gently blow through my soul,

Like prayers that ascend

In a thousand shades of gold.

Sharon Frye