Falling Leaves
Sleep laid heavy on the crisp fall morning.
Oppressive like the fog of the veiled dreams.
A flitter of falling leaves danced in time
With Bob Seger’s CD ‘Against the Wind’.
Cherish now this day which drifts on the slanting mornings sun.
For time embraces this, our hour when
The toil of all our labors is at last done.
Heavy is the sleep bearing weight on weary eyes.
Drifting like the falling leaves on an October blue sky.
Peace now my brother,
Peace now, both sister and lover.
For God has made for us this day
As the coming of our time…
turns into the twisted shades of gray.
J. Allen Wilson 10/1/2011