There Is a Certain Taste To Autumn

there is a certain taste to Autumn almost alien to Summer's fruition of life it is a different celebration where the living having succeeded fruits succumb to ripened apples the hazel sweetens its core gourds of every color deck the leaves now browning life begins its crawl into hibernation the breath of the cold to come whispers in trees where leaves plummet to the end of their use it heralds a job well accomplished a time to celebrate the long journey that burst thru the mud and ice as Winter left its' toll and Spring began its wondrous labors Autumn is a time to rejoice dream of the snow crocus that return year after year that dutiful call of God Earth still has a purpose where mortality labors into immortal the composts stand ready to urge the first blade of grass to struggle and greet the dawn nourished by life's rotting flesh Autumn is death knocking at the door reminding the granary stored is the duty of God's gift to the seasons yet to come OKC 9/22