'Golden Cup of October'

'Golden Cup of October'

A silent signal

Steals across the land.

And Nature..obedient

Bows to the command

For fall is nigh

And every tree

That Springtime stirred

To bud and flower and grow

Reverses now...without a word.

Such colors...proud...

Their farewell flags

Orange...yellow...gold and red

All the leaves prepare to fall

To their eternal bed.

Leaving Mother tree alone

to stand through winter

Bare...unmasked

Providing food that she might live

Fulfilling life as they are asked

Oh..That we might be the same

To sprout ..to live...to grow

Fulfilling life while we are here

But when it's time...let go.

For life is really like..it seems

The cycles of a tree.

A stepping stone...along the path

Unto eternity.

Kesti©

1978