I thought I would post a few of my favorites from the Hope Blog archives over the last 5 years. The morning sun’s rays caught a tree with brilliant yellow leaves as I drove the kids to school. Against the deep blue sky, the sight nearly took my breath away. This poem I posted last year, written by my son, Samuel, describes this time of year in the Colorado Rockies where he lives with his wife and son.

The leaves are turning
The leaves are turning
The color of fire
The color of gold
And the mountain sleeps
With a hoary head
At the coming of the cold

The wood the wood
The ancient wood
The scent of smoke
The frosty leas
See the leaves dance
To a silent tune and
The whisperings of trees

~ Samuel Guzman