i was born in the fall

my genes are steeped in it

all is change

the very air is different

portending rain, cold snow

nature prepares for the long sleep


the birds are gone

children costume themselves in imitation of the dead

seeking candy from strangers

not knowing why


the first thin covering of snow says

“i am coming. be ready.”

soon all will be silence

white and cold will grip the earth

we know spring awaits

we know renewal will come


welcome to life

7/18 LV
Copyright Michael Douglas Scott