The concept of transitions seems to be a reoccurring theme to my life right now. We have been studying this in the Sunday morning class I attend. In my Bible study, I just finished up Genesis, specifically the life of Joseph which is full of transitions. At work we have written a couple poems with the residents about Fall, but these poems have gone beyond the changes in nature and looked at the transitions in our lives. I would like to share these poems with you.
Rainy
November Day
There
is a day that I remember,
Falling
leaves in November.
My
clothes are warm, the air is cool,
Working
in the yard, a rake my tool.
Leaves
falling from the heavenly sky,
Now
it's raining, my oh, my.
Change
of season, rain washes green away,
Wet
leaves are here to stay.
Rain
from above, the sky is grey,
A
frustrating change in my plans today.
I'll
go inside by hook or crook,
May
as well balance my checkbook.
Should
I read? Should I knit?
Should
I throw a hissy fit?
The
memory of summer calls my name,
Will
I ever get that fall yard tame?
All
of the facts, I find them taxing,
I
must make a change and start relaxing.
A
warm fireplace and my favorite clothes,
I
now settle down as the memory flows.
Memory
of the beautiful warm weather transitioning to fall,
And
of the beauty of winter. Oh, how I appreciate them all.
Transitions
When
we think about Fall, we think leaves and pumpkins cute,
We
think of orange and red and yellow to boot.
Orange
is the color of love expressed.
Try
it, put it to the test.
When
we think about leaves and the raking, raking it takes.
Our
backs are bent. Oh, how they ache.
It's
a mixed bag of tricks,
Plants
and trees are now sticks.
The
whole transition of the trees,
The
gorgeous colors of the leaves.
Also,
transitions occur inside.
Time
to let the mind decide.
Transitions
occur while we sleep,
So
wait till morning to make a peep.
