Approaching the colder days
stepping into the season of chill
searching my heart for a positive note
finding it, despite my will.
You make the season of decay beautiful
although it represents death,
more so slumber, for the well rooted
will be restored to abundant life in spring.
So with that note of hope in my heart
may I enter the frosty days with thanks
and find warmth in belief in Your purpose
despite the lack of clear understanding.