Poem: Autumn

"Yours is the day, Yours also is the night;

You have established the heavenly lights and the sun.

You have fixed all the boundaries of the earth; 

You have made summer and winter."

- Psalm 74:16-17

Autumn (Psalm 74:16-17)

By: Quina

Autumn comes

and I

     think

          I’m

               falling.

My

shadow stretches

depravity stalks me

groaning until this

Fall is lifted

and as I

through long nights

wait

I am struggling

wanting to take flight

away

from this chill

feeling I’m

dry and dying

but I

            can’t ignore these colors all around me

            orange, yellow, brown, red

            dead leaves

            remind me

            of Your determination of grace:

            the beautification of my mortification.

            Daily dying is not in vain.

And I know

Winter’s freeze has lost its sting

from its clutch I will thus Spring

to even brighter beams

of light and color

but

Autumn is when

You prepare me.