Fall

Fall has arrived And with it The enigmatic exuberance of being alive. Colors create catharsis, as sweet smells soothe the soul serene. The wayward wind whistles a melancholy tune, Prophesying: 'It will all end, and quite soon.' Even thus the forshadowed finish Seems ultimately right, As leaves from their worldly place Take quiet flight. And by instinct the free flying birds Decide to follow the great calling Of which, it seems, only they have heard. The entire world joins to sing: An epiphany has surely fell, Throughout all creation With an efficacious word to tell... For the old passes on and all becomes new, as nature here gives a glimpse of the most astounding view. - Oh, but how, how to describe the undefinable depth of life, Life I find in the aura of fall? How to express what I hear In its mournful longing call? ... (sigh) ... I feel as one pleasingly possessed By an intimate devine beau geste. I know not where it leads Only that I earnestly desire to go, To that holy realm that the fall Does deeply intend to show. - Autumn's allegorical allure Pierces my somber soul, Like a heated knife With pain and warmth, Producing an urgent desire For a truer life. More than any other, this time of year, Brings the sensation that creation seems to sigh, and to say: 'God's long awaited completion draws ever near.' - This is only part of what I feel In the cool autumn breeze, A mere portion of what I see In the blazing fallen leaves. A sense, and a vision of renewal For all that has fatally fell, Enduring unto an exultant ending That each story shall finally, beyond the fall, fully tell.