Autumn Woolgathering
i draw a lingering breath,
what is that I hear?
as I contemplate this year,
the coming of death.
“Thirty days hath September”
the leaves chant in brown
autumn arrives, falling down.
And we remember…
our own breakdowns once again -
chills we don't address.
Short of sevenfold success -
winter will bring pain.
Unlike the diligent ant
we grasshoppers rest
in hopes that God will have blessed
striving - scarce and scant
On winter's close arrival
God counts to seven
virtues borne out in heaven,
for man's survival.
Starting with humility;
second, he lists truth.
Murder he counts as uncouth
use civility.
Peace and harmony displace
evil’s bent to fight
Do what’s honest and upright
grant your kin God’s grace.
To fall's woolgath'ring resign,
celebrate wise thoughts.
Begin to connect the dots
of winter’s design.
September 30, 2019
envelope rhyme
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