Late October, walking deserted, tree-lined streets
Unexpectedly, my heart pleads for intercession,
Leaves tumbling all around, air infused with intense stench,
Autumn works its way in earth.
Early morning clouds spill down hills across the lake;
Flowers dissolve in mist. I walk along counting swans,
Geese preparing to fly south, assign to each a prayer
To carry on its wings. So much mystery
Time cannot erase. Soon it will grow cold;
Killing freeze walks forth, completes
Transition from living green to purest white.
Please hold my hand through what will come.
Keep my heart warm enough to ward off fear.
Through silent passing of the clouds, let me find
The key to unlock love before winter comes.