Monday, November 7, 2011

TO AUTUMN


TO AUTUMN
a sonnet

A dying orange Maple leaf descends,
Through misty morning stillness in the trees
Into the canopy my eye ascends
Among the fiery red and yellow leaves.
To meditate upon a mystery
My anxious soul awakens to the dawn
To wrestle with death’s angel suddenly
Alive and just as quickly he is gone.
Deep within the forest stands a door
A portal to our everlasting home
To know what lies beyond and what’s in store
Follow in his steps where he did roam.
An inner voice assures me with a prod
“Be still, be still, and know that I am God.”*

*Psalm 46:10
Written by David Robinson, 10/26/11
Dedicated to Don Robinson (9/20/1931--11/1/2011)

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