Fall Briefly

Through rustling leaves, I walk along,

singing fully, with such a heavy song,

Chilled air reaches out to remind,

That at the end, none are blind.

 

Days grow shorter, reminder of the fading,

Final wonder, no chance to try evading,

Remind us now, that the story never ends,

For what is now gone will return to rise again.

–Thomas Spychalski