Reminders Of Mortality

September's blood flows through the brown veins of these leaves, but slower than the vital wine of summertime. And I'm reminded of flashing mortality. The light of life fades And shadowed days lie ahead. Colours are vibrant still, but take on new meanings. And our bodies ache with the weight of centuries, like those before us, who've passed through this Vale of Tears. After solemn autumn, winter's frosted warnings will soon signal death, until rebirth in the blissful realms of spring. I await the slow blooming of new Truths. The sweet elfin songs will reveal things one by one. Is there a heaven? I would still like to think so.