Autumn Memories

Verdant green, the trees with thick leaves

on summer days fade into crisp evenings, longer

every night, inevitably colder, darker

hour by hour. The winds bring chills, the fields

ripe for harvest, golden in the autumn sun, and

everything begins to change. Colors

are brighter still, defying the unstoppable

turning of life from bud to flower, and

flower to fruit, but eventually the smooth

withers, and the colors fall, leaving only

undulant memories of what has been

and what will be again.