photo by my daughter Stephanie

I see the leaves, they wave at me
and flutter high, not aimlessly
The wind will gust, and leaves, they must
release from branches and be free.

I find that place so near the sky
that causes leaves, by me, to fly
The sunny filter, is not off kilter,
enhances brilliance, way up…



Today I had to sweep the deck, the leaves were all a flutter

I swept it clean and very soon, my deck was smooth as butter

The wind was blowing with me and whichever way I moved,

At my back, the wind assist was there, my faith it proved.




Melissa Ann Howell Schier

HoustonWorkout on YouTube, mom of five, journalist and artist and conservative who values life.