The Inevitability of autumn

It is August 25, a Sunday,

And already this morning there was coolness in the air,

Not a strong coolness, not a deceiving coolness—

But a coolness carrying a promise of more coolness to come.

It is inevitable that autumn will come.

Leaves will fall, plants erect with summer pride

Will be laid low,

Humbling them and their flowers and green leaves,

Making ready for the unavoidable decay that is to come.

But before the decay there will be much comfort,

Creation will show itself to be a redeemer.

There will be shortening days filled with autumn color,

Glory will possess giant trees,

Swamps will mellow in the failing light,

The earth will be made ready to accept the advent of winter.

--August 25, 2013