Fall
Should I love Fall at all?
Flowers drying, dying
air less soothing, cooling.
Fall is ends–but it depends
how you see it as you flee it.
Winter and snow soon will show
the power of nature to unnurture.
Play then destroy, a child’s toy.
A warning? (to change before reborning?)
or is it a friend with an invitation to live again?
We call it Fall for the leaves and all
which once soared high and now defy
winter’s duller with a burst of colour.
I accept Fall though I don’t know it at all
but why be forlorn–soon we are reborn.