Autumn greens my soul like apples and honey

As it roots dawn’s golden glow into Earth,

Floods the sleeping land with wet dreams.

In the nubs of iris and denuded roses

Nibbled to death by summer’s grasshoppers

It breeds hope of life springing to renewal

With migratory birds returning to abandoned nests

And deciduous trees exhaling verdure.

Autumn is an expectation of loss and of return,

A time of trust in life’s perpetual motion.