Red Leaves, burnt embers of summer,
falling away from their life source and turning to dust.
Crackling sounds filling the Autumn air,
as the leaves tumble through their final dance.
Crisp, icy air blankets the night,
It's time to pull the covers up tight.
Color has gone into hibernation,
to revive itself next spring.
Anticipation fills me, as re-birth approaches,
Disguised in a cloak of white.
Winter sends my soul into flight.
Long slumbers filled with beautiful pure dreams.
Change brings my destiny close at hand.
I bask in the glory of all creation,
it's warm rays soothing my aching for direction and purpose.
Bidding me to feel and experience all, slowly.
Unafraid of the serpent, because the apple in my hand answered it all.
Armed with truth I proceed,
a sovereign heart doth not need.
Budding greenery peeking out from it's wooden shell,
I smile to myself and wonder,
Who could fell, such strength of character,
Such Stubborn pride,
A tree has nothing to hide.
It displays it's soul day after day, year after year,
and yet we just walk away.
Is unseen beauty, still beautiful?
Heat of day, scorches clay,
It brings me to a new way.
A deeper thirst, summer brings,
it's for what the birds sing.
Trying to tell us to be as patient as the four seasons,
For with each turning of the clock,
arrives a new experience for the heart.