Coming

 Can you feel it?

Can you see it?

The leaves die.

The air changes.

Crisp, clear, clean.

Tinge, touch, frozen.

It comes each year.

It wants us to join.

Join in the lament.

Join in the joy.

Watching change

Descend, fall, float

To the ground

Be buried and die.

Because it is in dying,

We receive life!