Autumn

Autumn. 
The air chills.  

Leaves turn and fall.
Summer passes.

We celebrate the passing,


Draping mantles in ginger leaves and

Piling tables with golden pumpkins,

Final crops of summer bounty.

Even in autumn, though,
Not everything passes. 

Some things live.

Even thrive. 
Stand out.

And other things sleep, renew.

Resting until spring.

And, as in all nature,

those that sleep and live

Survive with scars.

Scars that show surviving

Despite hardship

Despite pain and grief

Despite loss.

Autumn. 
A season of change. 
A season of surviving.