As I enter the fall
grateful for the gift of vision and for the frequency of my four seasons
As I enter the fall
I, with the leaves, turn golden.
I, with the air, begin to chill.
I, with the breeze, loosen up.
I, of heat and sweat, had my fill.
As I enter the fall
I melt into the savoriness of autumn.
And respect the bounty and hardiness of a winter storm.
Embracing, and bracing, in grace and remembrance
grateful for the gift of vision
and for the frequency
of my four seasons.
