Leaves Us

The neighbors right beside us

Have a stained glass tree

And you can look through shards of glass

Free and easily.

And now our yard is piled

With yellow greens and gold

Where wind has knocked them out their leads

Because they’re getting old.

They’re flying off their spires,

Minerets and walls.

The  Son who gave them life, He

Breathes music through their falls.

For in their deaths , so dazzling!,

The light shines through their pane;

The mighty warriors of this life,

Fall ’round us like the rain.

Leads and glass