Yesterday, Nature’s heralds announced the imminent arrival
of Winter.
Muted were the fiery tones of Autumn,
Replaced by the opening strains of
A symphony of ochre, amber, beige, and bronze.
Dwindling notes of verdant, serotinal splendor lingered
In the background.
Only to be swallowed by the crescendo of
Sepulchral, hibernal hues.
I languored in appreciation of this
Autumnal threnody.
I cherished each step through
The carpet of verdure.
Too soon will the luscious crunch of fallen leaves
Give way to the muffled smush
Of fallen snow.
Winter casts a blanket of silence
Over the whole of humanity
But we all need to rest,
Regenerate, renew.
And, in the Spring,
Our vitality will burst forth in a
Polyphony of potentiality.
