The Fall

Eve of fall denuding of trees No longer lush whispers heard through the leaves A low pitched moan a creak here and there In warning to all listening to heed and beware The salad days behind us and winters hounds approach Ravenously looking for remnants of life to poach The air increasingly bearing a sting in the fog of new day the fickle sun wears a ring Announcing its departure Rushing to its betrothed On the other side of the world in silver arraignment clothed The trees declaring without fail Some years more vibrant than last The comings and the goings that happen much too fast Caught up in lifes bounty unable to see that summer would end we couldn't believe we'd witness its death and solemnly grieve Pulling tight our woolen wear to the inner rooms we go to pray once more for early spring and awaite the sleet and snow