The End of the Falling
The autumnal color burst has faded.
Shorter each passing day does grow.
The briskness in the air's a reminder
That it won't be long now before the snow.
For months, colors painted the horizon
With rubies and ivory and gold,
Treasures precious by their transience,
Visible wonders that all could behold.
"Is it over so soon?" one might ask.
It had only started, or so it seems.
Wasn't it only yesterday when all was new?
Or was everything before only in my dreams?
In the spring, the bright greens sprouted.
Budding blossoms bespeckled a verdant view.
Petals fresh and tender and succulent
Perfumed the breeze with sweet breath, too.
As summer progressed, the foliage flourished,
Growing rich and lush in so short a time,
While all around did the colors swirl
With emeralds and olives and lime.
Alas, the dazzling display is all over now.
The colorful spectrum has bid goodbye.
Tendrilled fingers of dim browns and gray
Trace thin veins against the darkening sky
Surely seasons come, and surely seasons go,
And surely the colors will return, it is said.
For now, fall is done, like it has happened before,
And only the season of cold lies ahead.