Autumn's Turn

Cool upon the evening's glow and the falling of one leaf Turns the passing of the year like a lonely midnight thief. Harvest of what had remained fulfilled time's honored quest About the long days of toil which carries one into rest. Rewards flow from bounded yield long conceded to the dust, Doing more and then again doing much more than they must. Readied now for coming change and at peace with all you reap, Giving thanks for all that's been, moving into newborn's sleep.