Fall
I cannot deny that it is Fall
the mirror reveals the change in my foliage
and my aching bones decry
my heart's attempt to keep it August still.
but that's just fine
I have no need to turn back calendars
or years
it is as it must be...
it is a season of putting away
the things we wore in warmer times
T-shirts, shorts, unrealized dreams..
hoses, mowers, lotions,creams
we used to beautify our outward look..
we'll soon be covered snowy white
but snow has beauty of its own.
and it's a time of preparation
for the Winter that must come..
storm windows and faith
cords of wood and living wills
the furnace must be checked
so must the heart..
I can hope for Indian Summer
when warmth lingers long beyond its time
it was granted to my father
and he's used it in wise ways..
may it be given unto me.
and when my muscles ache
from unaccustomed leaf raking
and my heart from seeing what's ahead
there's a warm fire waiting
and food and drink for my soul..
she loves me still.
when I face the final storm
I will not be alone
I have this one last Fall..
let Winter come.
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