for eleven months through
winter’s soft-fallen snow,
spring’s promising garden row,
and summer’s lush-green lawn.
Like a dancer in time, gratitude
moves magnificently through
this constancy of seasonal change.
In late November when
the world looks golden,
autumn’s peak arrives—
dipping temps finally settle,
a sweater can be worn all day now.
There’s more of a guaranteed view
as increasingly-graying skies
drape above all in cooler days.
stands quietly with grace,
with honor for solitude’s silence.
Changing tree leaves
brushed in gemstone hues
wave as flags signaling
the simplest truth,
celebrated daily in the heart’s landscape.
This season gives us the gold. Gratitude,