Fall’s shadow dancers
Capes of splendor
Trimmed in mid-day light.
Seasons radiantly adorned approaching palette
Painted on the passing days
Full feasted and satisfied
From summered seasons thoughts.
Deep wood wintry haze,
Hints of hibernation raise.
Covered by the quilted
Frost-laced veins of leaf
And memories of seasons past.
May the shadow dancer
Of the seasons of my days
Be clothed in capes of painted patterns,
Veins vibrant with life’s passion,
Composed in the decomposing,
Feeding the deep roots
Of the tree of life,
Ladder to the stars.
And one day I too shall rise,
Embraced by all that calls me.
And high and lifted up
In the twinkling of the heavens
May I look down in awe and wonder,
At the seasons of this life.