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."

copyright 2009
Kimmy Van Kooten