It’s on these bright, beautiful days in Autumns’ prime. . .
When I red, yellow, and brown my way through leaving
Before she dies, all together
In the cold of it all?
Like a winding sheet, wrapped in palls, every last pigment will be raked. . . Uncolored.
Tapering in jade and redounding in wight’s
But, it’s crushing me!
Spanned in the tints and dotage’s, merely, of our own maturation. . .
“Why do I keep seeing sheets blowing in the wind?”
End-where everything has fallen from the trees. . .
Bare naked we’ll stand before Him!
Looking up to this seasons’ sky. . . arms outstretching. . .
Like pleading, before our God, He answered me!
“Each falling color embodies the gather of every race. . .
It’s in the green, I notice, when you become like aliens to Me, taking for granted the Spring and Summer’s I give . . .
Rejoice in each other, every color!. . . and lief your Fall’s
For in a Winter’s end. . . We ALL are one. . ."
"All together, Autumn."
Kimmy Van Kooten