Autumn’s Surrender

Autumn’s Surrender

I look past the garden’s destruction
to Autumn’s colors parading up my road
bright reds and fiery oranges calling
Look up!  Look up!

I want to look down,

Mourning the passing of summer

But the colors clamor,

Look up! Look up!

Gifts are on the horizon

Autumn’s turning in
Is the medicine I need

Kelly Salasin, 2008