For those who don’t know, colorful autumns don’t usually happen here. The majority of our leaves turn yellow and brown. However, with the right conditions, we get to experience all the colors, especially crimson.
I wrote my latest poem to juxtapose this with both Christmas and our WBS of Hebrews.
Perfect conditions
Perfect time
Perfect air
Perfect clime
Crafts flaming blades
Colors sublime
Thrilling and filling
And I’m touched by crimson.
Perfect conditions
Perfect time
Perfect sacrifice
Perfect love defined
Crafts sweet salvation
Redemption divine
Purifying and refining
And I’m cleansed by crimson.
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