Upon This Precipice of Change

upon this precipice of change where all must succumb hues of brown to orange to yellow where limbs become bare shadows dance in skeletons once bodies in fullness stood the air no longer needs temperament cooling a cold wind dances in, destiny unafraid and only the most hardy of those with wings sing in the early morning stillness feast at feeders, grow fewer in numbers it is in this moment of seasonal beauty my heart aches for a time when all this landscape holds is a war that rages among the transition from ice to mud i wait within most deepest the breath of the robin's song dancing joyously upon the lawn when at last the inner eye sees the blooms waiting in the sunrise it is here my faith is deepest where all the promises are kept so i sit on this bench as time calls the next season in when change permeates all i see the inner eye knows all assurances are waiting when life takes me past time in my own war of mud-to-ice i will be forever free where blooms greet the sunrise where the green sea turns a deeper blue the morrow of no more sorrow glistens Oregon 9/23