The Harbingers of Fall

THE HARBINGERS OF FALL

The harbingers of Fall

Are warnings to us all,

It’s downhill from here

Despite how it appears.

There’s no point complaining

About the dying of the light

No point maintaining

That things are just as bright.

Instead, there’s beauty in the falling

As leaves complete their calling

To live and then to die

Like sunsets in the sky

There’s no point in regretting

What’s gone forever more

But remember, not forgetting

What yet we have in store.

For seasons have their reasons

Don’t call it nature’s treason

For in dying they’re reborn

On a crisp Springtime morn.

Perhaps they are reminders

That we have cycles too

And though we face our dying

Our story is not through.

BW3

8/4/23