Autumn’s glow of golden patches perfectly
Balance the bite of her breezes, but hear:
Autumn has been lying to us
With a little dark lie.
She whispers it with the scurry of squirrels
And the rustling of red leaves, she says:
“Death is beautiful”
And can’t you see it? She tempts us
To believe that death is a brilliant
Bouquet of delicious songs
And I want to believe her. For she is
Arrayed in bountiful jewels, kindness even
But I’ve seen Death. He slipped
Into my room of locked doors
Into my heart’s safe room and
Scraped his scythe over my side
To remind me of his next visit
He left me in a pale, cold sweat
It was a falling, through monochromatic
Starless sky, until dawn
And here’s where Autumn surprises us
With her reversal. Her message all
Along, that death will be the one who
Finally falls. Her whispers point towards
That tomorrow, not merely when we
Die, but when death dies. The golden
Ray of Autumn cries for resurrection
The sprouting of new creation bodies
For with the death of these little
Falling seeds, our true oaks
Will reveal themselves and glow
Forever in the light of their King
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Photo by my friend Andy S.