Thots on leaves

October through mid-November Julie and I enjoyed the God-created beauty of our "Autumn Glory" maple trees turning orange and red. A few times my mind has wondered about these glorious leaves; below is a simple poem entitled Autumn Leaves:

hiding
budding
perfect
patterned
giving
absorbing
releasing
weathered
waving
reaching
shade
transforming
rustling
releasing
dropping
covering
crunch
dried
gone

PS: As I compose this post our trees are now barren and "welcomed" the first snowflakes of winter 09-10.