
When I leaf through
the pages of my seasons,
I revel in Autumn’s shades,
the ambers and blush,
the yellow and gold
of bliss-filled abundance.
The fragrance of life,
undertones of florals and spice,
intoxicate me into a daze
of bewildering vistas,
of places I have been
and people I have seen.
This moment I have paused
to take stock of it all
and remind myself to
be grateful. Not for
stocks and bonds : for
those I have none –
It’s in the talents I’ve been given
to turn brown leaves to gold
and stack wood for the cold,
that abundance has found me.
Hard days and nights I’ve travelled
from where I once began.
Now as cold winds blow,
fire crackles in merriment,
cheered by warm hearts
upon whose rungs I have stood.
I see the greatest gift of all
in those surrounding me.
Autumn leaves roll out new seasons.
