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 along these orange corridors
where all the trees are bare.
Now as I step this cushioned path of Autumn
suddenly, I’m aware of time that’s gone
Thankful for the wisdom to endure
all that twilight and winter might be holding.
Fall into Fall
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2019