Autumn

That transitional

season

from summer

to winter

a briskness

the harvest

under

the harvest moon

soon

to be covered

by clouds

a shroud

for heaven

a haven

for God’s

hibernation

and

relaxation

an ethereal state

of faith

and peace

the Maple trees’

leaves

yellow, amber, red

the dead

remain

a ground cover

of fall color

it reminds us

that change

and transition

is

transformation

death too

is perfect

momentous

religious

gorgeousness

although

there is

sadness

heaviness

and

pain

for those

who remain

to sustain

to go on

to comfort

to inspire

to warm us

we light a fire

we light candles

and retire

our weathered selves

to old leather chairs

with our cares

anguish

and

bereavement

and

we dine

we drink

red wine

and

we speak

of

old times

and ponder

how

everything

dies

as we

cry

and

laugh

left behind

for a time

with our

painful

beautiful

memories