Stepping into the Seasons....

The shining red gold mantle,

That heralds the coming cold;

That each passing gust sifts,

Slowly towards the earth.

Preparing the ground

For the crackle of footsteps

Leaves turn in the wind.

Shifting swirls of color,

Riding the currents of change.

Oh, that I could change

With such grace…

Jessa Buchalter

October 2013