Then they rest

It's Autumn 

and I'm falling

back into 

Your arms...

dying to my plans,

my expectations,

my longings,

my dreams...

 I'm falling...

I'm resting...

I'm trusting

in You.

    

Nature trusts...

Nature doesn't argue with her Creator...

when Autumn arrives on schedule, 

leaves just let go, 

twirling...

trusting...

and

then 

they 

rest.

© Wingdreamer