The vibrant hues that droop
To winter brown, send seed
To sink into the still warm ground,
New roots are set that reach
To next year’s season, sustained
By faith, rather than by reason.
Acorns shed their top hat shells
In celebration of new generations .
Some will grow into mighty trees;
Others fall upon a fallow field,
Destined to decay they fail, by fate
Or maybe it’s for lack of will.
Each season brings its beauty
And its pain, Such foolish waste
To curse the falling rain,
As summer sun now cedes
To harvest moon, December
Will be followed by new bloom.
Heartfelt prayers for all who suffer the havoc
and harm wreaked by Harvey, Irma, Jose,
and all their siblings.