The End of Season

The End of the Season

Dewdrops sparkling down the moist edges
of autumn's leaves
the sunsets turning mauve
the raging storms sinking in silence,
the sky sated:
these are the signs of retreat.

Drink to the dregs your cup of joy.
The winter is not the sound of alert.
It's time to relish every step
as you match it with the stride
of the ocean and the wind
and the river and the rippling circles of time.

There are always endings,                             Image:Courtesy Peter Henze
never the end.......

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