As we move deeper into the season,
There are some things we know.
Fall brings a growing darkness
That we cannot escape.
The nights become cooler
And take on winter’s chill.
The leaves on the trees and blades of grass
Try on new suits of yellow, orange, red and brown.
Life around us slowly retreats
And goes to sleep.
In the rest before renewal, the earth will remain
Waiting . . . waiting . . . waiting.
For the time that they are returned to us . . .
The warmth and the light.
