Autumn Joy and Sorrow
Autumn steals across my land
long shadows now are seen.
I never seemed to notice
dying leaves among the green.
Until one day a cold wind blows
and nodding heads lay down.
The landscape has a different look
my garden’s turning brown
Geraniums still stand up straight,
the dahlias did their best,
with heavy heads weighed down by rain,
they want to have their rest.
And so I trim, and clip, and rake
and put the beds to bed.
It breaks my heart to let them go,
to treat them as if dead.
I thank each flower, shrub and tree
for blooming in the sun.
I thank the birds and worms and bees
for all the work they’ve done.
Just as summer follows spring,
the winter snows must come,
and soon enough the land will green
when Circadian’s cycle’s run.
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