Autumn Determination

Wednesday, September 1, 2004

Autumn is upon us now,
Summer’s carefree days have passed.
The land, now sapped of energy,
Awaits its final glory,
Rising in all its fullness to die.

The cool nights ache with promise,
Each day the trees weep leaves.
The throes of this dying
Beg for hopeful courage,
A willingness to breathe.

Her blood will bleed to black,
Her gold melt to shades of bronze,
‘Til Winter gently bandages with white.
Rest in dying, for this time
Life comes back.

As Autumn falls upon us,
Walk on with staid determination.
Do not fear; after death,
Spring must come.



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