Slowly changing,
Curling in the wind.
Mostly verdant still,
Turning ever so slightly.
We too have been changing.
Feeling the force and the release.
Gently molding the clay of our being,
Forming each me of this precious moment.
As the amber-golden mixes with the maroon-wine,
Visions of forest-green diminish until another time.
Foliage that once seen, now begins its slow descent,
Soon to rest upon the tawny earth and become one again.
Our own lives glow in the richness of human experience.
In us thrive the pleasures and struggles that make us who we are.
Our journeys from innocent infancy through life’s complex realities
Can yield for us a peaceful existence until we too shall fade and rest.
