Clouds and blue skies
Trees, leaves and branches
Smoke smells and colors
Chilled air, and crisp apples
Breath, once invisible, now seen
Greyness and brownness
Glowing and burning
Warm, cozy clothing
Bright stars
on frosted black velvet
Smiling and sleeping
Aging and dying
Maturing and harvesting
Joy, hope, and sadness.

The air is alive with
The feel of the old
And the anticipation
Of the yet to come

We honor this season
That touches and cleanses
That heals and renews
With each year that passes,
Indescribably remembered
In silent, stark wonders
Of sight, smell and touch,
And in the cushioned, crisp
Crunching of leaves under foot.

In this beauty is recalled
Both yesterday and the long ago,
And we are reminded that,
Though one day our bodies
Will wither, and die,

Now we live

Now we live

Today we live.

It's Fall ...

Robert MacBride - 1991 ©