Falling out of season

A chilled wind slaps against the bright colors of the season

Magenta and amber banners wave against an ashen backdrop

While short sleeves are exchanged for jackets

Rains that once refreshed, now bite, raising raw flesh

Sunlit mornings supplanted by dim silhouettes

The daily journey home, a race against the setting sun

A silver veil of mist drifts across the glow moonlit sky

Taking with it the warmth of the past months

Raising the curtain on the sights and smells of a more distant sun

The hourglass has been reversed and the sands have been tumbling downward

We see how we are bound to our mother’s cycle, forever linked

And share in the forces that alter her moods

Over the years this transition has brought on melancholy

Multicolored reflections upon the water mimicked in the heart, mind and soul

Like a time worn chasm, each season digging deeper

So as the year slides toward an end and we cling to the folly of spring and summer

We recognize and acknowledge our inextricable tie to our home

And remember our Father’s words, “For dust you are, And to dust you shall return”