SEASON OF GRANDEUR

Growing weary of heat and thunder,
faulting summer before it's through,
I yearn to savor the restful rustle of
autumn, the season of grandeur.
          I thrill to the finale...

Under the cobalt arch of heaven,
everywhere deeper color, every horizon
fiery, the blaze of gold before the gray,
the banquet, the fullness, the destiny
          nature in maturity...

After the long hot days of growing,
every living thing pregnant with beauty,
and love fully ripened cresting in glory--
before the fading and slipping into the
          story of all that's been.