I was thinking about life and autumn

and the autumn of my years,

days of sun and light and happiness,

days of rain and dark and tears,

days of growing, growing pains,

days of sowing and of harvest,

days of doubt and days of wonder,

always trying to do my best…

Times despairing past mistakes,

times of peace and gentle rest,

times of famine, times of plenty,

times of renewal, that time of death

like seasons come and seasons go,

each in its own way blest

with fresh hope and memories

and I think our autumn, perhaps best…

I think life is not unlike nature’s seasons,

always changing, too quickly gone,

yet there is glory in these changing times

where earth meets horizon;

That line twixt earth and heaven

where God and nature meet…

Nature’s seasons and our own,

both are shaped by time

and circumstance and weathering;

shapes, patterns and design

caught up like falling leaves and memories,

time now and time now gone;

bits of wisdom etched by time

where lives meet horizon…

Life, from birthing in the spring

to winter’s silent sphere;

seasons come and seasons go,

the measure of our years

writing the pages of the future

as our seasons come and go

like silent shadows gently cast

as sun through clouds on fallen snow

Find peace on the horizon

where God and nature meet…

I was thinking about seasons

through which all life is made complete.