When the Autumn leaves are falling

Golden color fills the land

I can hear the future calling

Feel it in my shaking hand

The golden haze of youth

Is giving way to a sharper season

The accumulating truths

Are affecting my reason

“Come back!”  I call

To the warm embrace of Autumn

But it is my turn to fall

Into the labyrinth of times to come.

 

 

This Winter I face

The dark and cold

Was always there

Waiting to unfold

I may dream of fire

Or dream of snow

But the hidden wonders

I cannot know

Until I am there in person

In the present that shall be

Then I can smell the lingering rose

And decorate the quirky tree

The tree of life will ever unfurl

And carry me aloft

And I will chase the dreams that bloom

With petals sharp and soft.