wordsout from Cafe Church poems by Linda Harvey   home


New life

Autumn leaves rustle
beneath my feet

under a deep blue sky

and blazing sun.

Trees, bare through the winter

coming to life.

It's spring. These leaves,

remnants of last year 

are the memories I am walking on.

Tread gently, 

tread gently,

don't leave too soon: 

new buds will open and blossom.

Petals will fall.

Eternal mystery is in no rush.

One step at a time is all that it takes.