Fall leaves hear a voice calling,
And give their liturgical response:
“Here am I, Lord. Send me.”
First one, then another,
Tumbling and crying out,
“Here am I, Lord – send me!”
The wind moves and the tree shakes
And the leaves become a choir,
A cascading blend of sound,
“Send me, send me, send me…”
You can hear the sibilant chorus
In the rustling and murmuring,
The dry scraping and the crunching –
Those glad harmonies,
That joyous surrender,
Singing out colors like a loud hallelujah.
Some might call it dying,
But others hear the hush of the final “Amen”
At the end of an autumn hymn.
That’s the hymn I heard today out on my walk.
One final “note” (pun very much intended): I changed one of my favorite lines in this poem because it didn’t resonate with the musical theme, but it pained me to let it go. I’m fairly certain that you all want to know what it was, so to satisfy the clamor of my readers:
“Spending colors like cash in one glorious spree”
Became
“Singing out colors like a loud hallelujah”
Should I have left it the way it was?
I’ll probably let this post fall to the ground in the morning.
Lynniebeemuseoday 
Oh my goodness. Your line was best! Keep it!I’ll be listening and watching for those gladHalleluiahs in the coming days!Thank you for sharing that beautiful poem!
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Well, technically they were both my lines since I wrote them both, but I’ll take it that you liked my second attempt better. Thanks so much for your enthusiasm!! ❤️
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You know me; I get confused easily. I originally thought you wrote the whole thing, but then I thought you just modified it. Whatever you did, I like it! 🙂
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Thanks!
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