The Blood & The Bones

I woke early that morning

Feeling summer’s long farewell and tasting crisp in the air

I stand in the doorway to take it all in on a quiet early autumn morning

As mother earth births the rising sun

that never fails us

and I am ever amazed in the reverie

of how green will become gold or red or orange

understanding that it knows not the end result

but that when it lets go and descends from it’s perch

it will soon be something different

and still without fear

it falls

the blood

& the bones