Last Autumn--Revised
The river is at autumnal peace
The spring runoff months long past.
The sun has mellowed, shrinking shadows.
Birds that once graced this glade
Have assayed the air and arched the horizon.
There is a gentleness in grass and tree—
A gentleness that reminds me of me.
My life’s season too is settling up,
Signed by silent, sober resignation.
What I once was, I am no more
My river has slowed to a feeble flow.
Legs that once fit me to jump and leap
Now struggle my balance to keep.
I see in nature’s changing trappings
Reflections of what is afoot for this form.
All of God's living things signal a cycle
Of orderly, ordained necrosis and renewal.
The river and sun and grass and tree
Are of the nature that is a part of me.
Sleep-needful eyes too heavy one day
Will tearlessly close in all being’s way.
I do not abhor the closing of the door.
My angel Mother whispered "there is more."
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