Autumn Hope

They stand erect on the hill side listening to a jubilant ceremony saturated in the wind and the lake side spilling waves of hope over amplified sound while the residue of life scampers all over the town. The dead has come back to life and they stood silently reminiscing the long journey, varicose veins swollen with blood protrude from their hard frame and expression of hope covers their faces. I watch the wind dancing from tree to tree and the eagle-eyed bird with its strong beak flew to the ground picks up a pelican and disappears underneath the clouds. Heavens bursting up at its side and mother ducks and her duckling swim gallantly over to the other side of the river and the moon were their guide. I saw them standing in the backyard dressed in hard barks straining in heavy artillery at its root and a man getting ready to shoot. He pulled out his fire arm and polished it and put it back in his waist. He walked around aimlessly cutting the grass with the sharp look in his eyes I walked by lake side and stood there for a while and all of a sudden the water turned blue. It flows vigorously downstream and in the center of it strength abide. Autumn hopes lined both sides of the street absorbing the heat and mesmerize my heart beat. The colorful leafs hang solemnly on branches decorating the entire town, reminding the people that autumn was around and winter was waiting in the wings with heavy snow pile upon its back and little children playing in yard and flinging up their decorative frocks. Suddenly the phone rings and the epiphany walked through the door and a beautiful sensation fill the air sending smiles and kisses everywhere and the celebratory love, shout and scream and all emotions were revealed. Autumn hope is here.