Descend

Descend

Fall officially descends this week.

A few chlorophyll-less leaves today peek.

Soon golden yellow and burnt orange trees will peak

in multicolors, along with magentas deep

before turning into crunchy brown under ones feet.

Their descent means it will be time to rake into a heap.

Then you'll find your elbows may feel weak

and possibly your knees will creak.

Dry, crispy leaves smell autumn sweet

as more leaves descend on your street.

As you rake you'll be serenaded by tweets

as many colorful birds descend for treats.

You'll find music makes any day less bleak

as the rake descends to sweep and sweep and sweep

keeping its own yearly harmonious beat.

These treats from sunflower seeds are also reaped

by little brown critters that sneak and squeak.

If I see one, beware: I'll holler "eke!",

unless it's a bold chipmunk, so sweet,

racing away on its four little feet.

How quickly the sun descends, for time doesn't keep.

The older you become, the faster time leaps.

Just think how quickly a week

descends, it doesn't creep.

Gone are the days of summer heat.

Soon it will be time for trick or treat.

One winter day there might be sleet

when we long for last summer's heat.

But time, we find, we cannot reap

except in the memories we keep.

Before I head in I'll harvest some beets.

They'll be good roasted in the oven's heat.

Roasting makes them taste more sweet.

Perhaps I'll roast chicken to eat

or maybe chowder made with leeks.

As the day descends it will be time to eat,

as another rosy pink sunset streaks

the sky with colors too awesome to speak.

Be sure to take time to watch the sunset descend and peak

for it's over in a moment as dusk another night greets.

Soon another daily twilight greets

for the sun from east to west did creep.

Hopefully you'll find time to put up your feet

as you descend into a comfortable seat,

perhaps to enjoy the fireplace heat

or to review the day's many peaks.

Soon it will be time for sleep

as you listen to the clock beat

as time descends, it fleets,

never to be captured again, we weep.

* * * * *

Fall brings with it the passing of time

in spite of daylight savings time.

Another year three quarters gone.

We find seasons do not last long.

This season of harvest

then a season of rest.

Fall brings with it leaf raking

after multi-colored leaves falling

turn into dry shriveled nothingness

to make gardener's gold, it's the best,

repeating the circle of life,

as in, there's life after death.

Someday life for you and I will end.

Will our sojourn on life simply end

or will there be a legacy to pass on

to those who are yet to come.

A legacy of faith that stands the tests of time.

A legacy that others will seek after and find.

It's never too late to start.

Make a commitment in your heart

to stand in faith

then share that faith

always giving God glory.

It will be your life's story.

We all shrivel up like a leaf...

Isaiah 64:6

They will rest from their labor,

for their deeds will follow them.

Revelation 14:13

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