If you’ve read any of my posts from the last few months, you’ll know that I’m obsessed with autumn–the beautiful leaves, the pumpkin spice, the way the light stretches out across our pasture and turns everything to gold. There are many reasons I love autumn.
But for the last few years, all of these beautiful things have also made my heart ache. If you’ve lost someone, you know how a simple change in the air can resurrect grief. In some ways, I’m thankful to remember my babies whenever I get a whiff of cinnamon or feel the crunch of leaves beneath my feet. But it’s hard.
I’m currently working on a poetry book for mamas as a way to redirect that sadness into hope–both in my own life and in the lives of other women.
Here’s as poem from the collection, A Walk in Late November.
A Walk in Late November
On afternoons in late November,
Wrapped in cozy, woolen dress,
I walk until I well remember
All the year’s sweet tenderness.
I revel in the amber fading,
Earth-kissed damp of dying leaves,
My normal trodden path evading,
Tracing paths of autumn weeds.
I think of you, my precious doves,
Asleep beneath November’s breath,
But warm and safe with Him Who loves,
And held so close to Jesus’s breast.
What is one poem that has been an encouragement to you? Let me know in the comments!
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