Autumn

Autumn

Lorraine, as fall blesses us with her warmth and love, so have you touched and warmed our hearts.

I miss you.

One never knows when a fall breeze will arrive,

tickling our senses and loving us to be.

We cannot know the full reasons for why we are touched,

but touched we are.

Autumn reminds us of connection,

the rhythmic cycle of life.

She shows us the colours that breathe.

Subtle and muted, but strong.

She shows us the weight of our actions,

without words or malice.

Roots buried deep from our sights,

still vibrate with the continuance of life.

Leaves, braced for their final surrender,

teach us the magnitude of our presence.

We will to hold fast to summers furor and heat.

She shows us our futility in all such matters.

Changing landscapes after all, echo with promise.

A mere inhalation of the song before the close.

Eloquent and stately, she looks on.

A vision of synchronized endurance.

In her short duration, she blesses us with a taste of all aspects,

for all her sister seasons wish to play in her sovereignty. 

Reserved wisdom placed for all to see,

but savoured by a few who are willing to harvest.

You see, Autumn allows us the moment of reflection

before the deep slumber.

A revisitation of all we thought we knew,

and all we wished to know.

Her breeze, you see, is a reminder of the fragility of our nature,

but also, the blessing of our own presence upon her.

Autumn, whispers to us before the recline of summer,

and her compassion soothes us into the repose of winter.

She, Earth in purposeful motion,

She, a life in colour.

And that was her.

An equinox of fall, the season that embodies them all.

A bountiful harvest,

vegetables begging to be enjoyed and leaves dancing in colour.

The last of alfalfa still blooming,

nourishing the bee before the hibernation.

Cool crisp mornings,

lending to the warmth of an Indian summer.

The cresting of winter,

snow gently kissing the ground.

She was Earth in all her glory,

She was Autumn, the noblest of seasons.