“Autumn”

Drifting with impermanence into the cold unknown,

The wilted leaf drops into the wind that blows.

Its final season comes and goes,

Uncertain as it leaves its home.

Yet as this fragile leaf falls to the breeze

Flushed red and orange with uncertainty,

It finds in the journey a quiet peace,

Thankful for such friends as these.

It may be leaving, but it’s always here,

Far in distance, but its spirit near.

When on the wind, a chill appears,

Stop and remember yesteryear.

Gone for now, but it will return

Each autumn as the branches burn.

The green is gone, the colors turn

The warming shades of a heart’s adjourn.