FALL

THE RAIN OF LEAVES, A BLANKET OF FROST,
ELECTION TIME TO COUNT WHO’S LOST,
THE FALL OF WALNUTS, A CROP THAT'S IN,
FROM THICK SUCCESSES TO FAILURES THIN.
THE EQUINOX WILL SEAR LIFE SHUT,
AND MANDATE NATURE’S SEASONAL RUT.
THE CRY OF COLOR AT NATURE'S NOD,
SOME CALL IT AUTUMN, I CALL IT GOD.