Spring November

Spring November

How do you grace me
so incredibly
when all I have for you
are sins I can’t give up yet.

I’m set in my ways
which sometimes sway
towards and away
Your will for today.

but in this November Spring
you bring rebirth
worth more than that which is lying,
laying, playing on the ground in the wind.
I’ve found I begin
to be created anew

my old leaves crumble
and mumble
incoherently
till I can’t see
what they meant to me
because I am created in you
anew,
through grace which you relay
on a Spring November day.

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