autumn weighs heavy on her leaves

as the summer evening fades autumn weighs heavy on her leaves pushing yellows and vibrant reds

as the summer evening fades
autumn weighs heavy on her leaves
pushing yellows and vibrant reds
through the greens.
sunset sets his watch
and takes his rest
a bit earlier each sleep,
as he allows the wind to blow him over hill
but not without a slow explosion;
a preview of autumn. come.

and every branch on every tree 
waves goodbye in uniform to the warm,
to the green; to all normal routine.

this ancient pattern of shedding, 
written into everything man’s mind has missed,
we, the unknowing, the unwilling,
will we see it slow? 
beyond our pace, a change.
beyond the motion eyes can note. what are we
but bitter like branches, brittle
like leaves. 

an open hand
waves again, ceases,
then flutters, never to flutter again.

and the stalks, the trunks, 
their arms stand testimony
to years of faithful service
(show me) again (if i can) 
your reverence, your 
kindnesses, your
belief.

they, you see,
are servants.