Stepping into Twilight
All year I wait- anticipate the
rusting of the leaves.....the
mad disorder of them blowing
filling up the eaves
I long to brace against the chill
with woodsmoke in the air.
and walk these orange corridors
where all the trees are bare.
As I step this cushioned path at year’s end
suddenly aware of time that’s gone
I’m thankful for the wisdom to endure
all that winter and heaven may be holding.
Fall into Fall
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2019