Poem: The First Day of Fall

The First Day of Fall

It is the first day of fall
and a chill like clockwork
fingers down the mountain,
bringing fog,

and a reminder that winter
is creeping closer,
that the rich greens of summer
that surround you this day,

will soon die in a blaze of color,
and fall with the late October rain,
and your eyes see what is not yet here:
snow, and the cold rawness of winter.

But you choose not to dwell there.
It will come soon enough.
For this moment the chill is brief,
and the sun will soon come,

unveiling the lush green of late summer,
lingering long this season,
God's gift to fill your mind and heart,
and carry you through the cold, yet to come.
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The picture is of a barn in Durkeetown, NY, taken last winter. You can click on it for a larger view. Today really IS the first day of fall. Enjoy the coming season!

Tom