A Fall Poem

May the glory of the passing away
of autumn
lie about us
fresh gold
for a time.
And when the dark comes, and
the cold
may we remember how today we stand in glory,
how we walk in bounty
heaped upon earth's dark carpet,
how we move knee deep in
abundance
flung against night's winter
curtain.
We are thankful for its coming
and for its passing.
Let it be.

~~~Barbara J. Pescan