[I]
The yearly leaf-beds
Litter the ground
A warm myriad of shades:
Seasonal confetti of natural origin
A celebration seemingly macabre -
Though, in truth, it is not death
But just another turn of the wheel.
[II]
The darkening of the eve'
Beckons you to remain inside
Beside the dog, beside your love
Beside the hearth
But; venture out into the cold
The dark -
And untold wild treasures are
Sure to be found.
There are countless unsung beauties
That dwell not in warmth or Summer sun.
[III]
The robin chick that has known
only Sun
Must swiftly adapt its plumage
And its expectations.
Birthed in the easy warmth of June
It knew not the hardship to come.
The beloved Christmas card imagery of snow
Paired with red-breasted birds
Is a cold and harsh lesson learned