Who is Autumn?
She comes in with splendor.
A garment: satin leaves of golds and ambers, rust and maroon.
She walks on acorns and pinecones.
As she goes, her garment seems to age, colors fading, it dries out, ugly, delicate, then almost dust.
Is she dying? No! Now she’s a wind! A nip in the air.
She calls to the birds, “Eat! And fly far from here.”
To her woodland friends, her chill thickens their fur.
“Eat” she says, “grow your coats, gather what you need.
It is coming, the time for rest.”
Autumn, she reminds us that we are more than the outer man that wastes away.
She is God’s glorious exhale.
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