Darkening skies, changing leaves,
As I gaze through my Eastern window,
Another season getting ready to make its
Bow. The season’s winds, wildly blow.
The earth as I see it through my window
Wears a pattern of color from fallen leaves,
Staying behind to beautify God’s earth for
All to see, as summer passes by and grieves.
Yet knowing all of this will happen time
And time again. Winter, Spring, Summer,
Fall, throughout Creation, it’s been that way.
Snow, flowers, heat, cold, snow runners and
Children, in all their glory, at their play.
All this I see through my eastern window
And marvel at the changes from day to day
As I sit watching the will of God at play.
You ask why I write so much about my
Eastern window, it shows me a daily picture
Of changes as they occur. Our God is good.
He does all this so that troubles we may endure.
Copyright © 2012 Charles E Frost
September 9, 2012