Fall has arrived
And with it
The enigmatic ebullience of being alive.
As colors caress catharsis and sweet smells soothe serene
The wayward wind whistles a melancholy tune,
Prophesying: 'It will all end, and quite soon.'
Even thus the forshadowed finish
Seems ultimately right,
As leaves from their worldly place
Take quiet flight.
And by instinct the free flying birds
Decide to follow the great calling
Of which, it seems, only they have heard.
The entire world joins to sing:
An epiphany has surely fell,
Throughout all creation
With an efficacious word to tell...
For the old passes on
and all becomes new,
as nature here gives a glimpse
of the most astounding view.
- Oh, but how, how to describe the undefinable depth of life,
Life I find in the aura of fall?
How to express what I hear
In its mournful longing call? ... (sigh) ...
I feel as one pleasingly possessed
By an intimate devine beau geste.
I know not where it leads
Only that I earnestly desire to go,
To that holy realm that the fall
Does deeply intend to show.
- Autumn's allegorical allure
Pierces my somber soul,
Like a heated knife
With pain and warmth,
Producing an urgent desire
For a truer life.
More than any other, this time of year,
Brings the sensation that creation seems to sigh, and to say:
'God's long awaited completion draws ever near.'
-
This is only part of what I feel
In the cool autumn breeze,
A mere portion of what I see
In the blazing fallen leaves.
A sense, and a vision of renewal
For all that has fatally fell,
Enduring unto an exultant ending
That each story shall finally, beyond the fall, fully tell.

Smoky Hoss

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