I Call It the Fall
But not in a biblical sense
I call it the Fall, rather than Autumn
not in a biblical sense
like a fall from grace, driven from Eden
but accepting change with dignity,
understanding that all things die
yet many will survive
to live once more, spring-rebirthed.
When Fall arrives for plants there comes a pause
a relinquishment of labor, a needed rest
when letting go brings welcome relief.
Yet in one of nature’s paradoxes
the Fall also brings fresher, vibrant air
sparking a sense of joy and vitality,
flowing not through the roots of flowers and trees
but through the veins of those blessed with mobility,
not anchored, but free to gambol,
and run through the golden days
fresh- tinted with the rays of September sun
that burnishes now without burning.
Call it Autumn or Fall, it brings the winds of change,
reviving some and urging others to necessary sleep.
