Wind swept leaves adrift,
colored tapestry of light,
bound in time’s amber.

The first fall was man’s
where he brought creation down
and death to the world.

Season of harvest,
the beginning of decay,
the first mark of time.

Prelude to winter –
the second season of life
with darkness and death.

The cold clinging frost,
with crystal artists painting
nature in slumber.

Abel’s last winter,
death by Cain’s unloving hand,
jealous for God’s love.

Stirred by spring’s rebirth,
Bear crawls from his winter den,
Seeking swift Chinook.

Flowers garb mountains,
A raiment of paradise,
Joy within substance.

The virgin brought spring,
To a world without real hope,
Because she said yes.

Summer’s hot singing,
Of Cicada in the trees,
And grass between toes.

The beaver fells trees,
And his dam shows ambition,
While the fox cubs play.

Christ was the summer,
He defeated death by death,
Breaking Scheol’s bonds.

Autumn is hope now,
Pain and death cannot hold us,
The cycle goes on.