Another year winds down...
The waning of the year with its
Deciduous roadside fireworks
Reds, yellows, and oranges swallow
The last gasp of warmth until Spring.
The waning of the year with its
Denizens bundled up in layers
Or layered in bundles packed on
to survive a seasonal slumbering.
The waning of the year with its
Projects and tests that mark not an end -
merely a mid-term. Hours of study
To ensure that Autumn is no Fall.
The waning of the year with its
Tossing of leather and clashing of flesh
Collisions of will bearing moments of glory
And weekends spent hoarse in its thrall.
The waning of the year with its
Festive gathering. Delights on the table
and on the faces of elders whose progeny
have returned cheerfully without tether.
The waning of the year awash with
Thankful hearts and generous spirit,
Dreams of another as prosperous as this
And the good fortune to share it together.
© Jeff Wilson, 2011
