Soft whispers

On the autumn breeze

Sharing secrets with the trees

Reds running into golden hues

As the robins

Tweet and sing the blues

 

Feet cossetted

Comforted by last spring’s

Brood

Kicking thru the fallen

Leaves

Percussion

To the robin’s

Tune

 

Startled deer

Run for cover

Enthralling for life’s

Smitten lovers

 

Seasons come

And seasons go

As above

So below

 

What’s to come?

No one knows

We can only trust

The moon will rise

And the sun will set

One can simply watch

As the cosmic rhythm

Mysteriously unfolds

 

Winter into spring

Will turn

Searing summers

Have no choice

They simply must

Concede to autumn’s

Golden wing

So once again

The birds will sing

Gently

In the autumn rain

 

Seasons are a kindness

They serve to remind

Us

There is a fragility

Ingrained into this system

The place that we call

Home

A reminder that our

Vulnerabilities

Are all the same

 

 

 

From winters’ shyness

To flamboyant spring

Showy summer

To the golden wing

We are a part

Of everything.

 

C.K.22