'Fall'

 

'Fall' timothy r gates, 9/22/2013

Death, your sting is
surreal,
presuming to bring cessation of breathing,...
not celebrating this
Fall,
time of the colour wheel spread.
Earth, your arms open,
taking the dead within,
intoning funeral dirges,
you know life's baptism,
"Seed yielding seed."
Blessed reposed
Fallen asleep
Passed away
We join the Moon's hymn,
Oh Lady, even as you buried your beloved Son,
we watch with you --
life gives up
life gives in
life gives death hope,
In the morning Spring will arise,
again,
and the beauty of the Morning Dove's song
will become annoying.
And we'll thank the Moon,
again,
for the Sun.