Change is in the air

Green to gold

dry land fed by fall rain

crisp mornings

gently warmed by

a golden sun

hovering low in the sky

change is in the air

sometimes it feels like loss, Lord

as the leaves fall

and green turns to brown

and that stingy sun

shortens my day

leaving met in the dark

far too long

that gusting wind

which brings with it the promise

of even shorter days

and winter snow

wouldn't it be nice to jump from fall to spring?

and yet

sometimes

we need the winter

the times of darkness

of rest

of quietude

cold stillness

which oddly

brings with it

the promise of newness