Autumn
And so the leaves do fall again to earth. And so too do the fall berries bloom, growing ripe and falling to the ground to sew the seeds of spring. And the grass halts the rampant growth that it loved in summer. And the nip comes into the air. And the breath of the warm-blooded becomes visible. And the last of the crops are harvested. And the conifers begin to appear lonely. And the air smells of the dry, fallen leaves and of the coming winter. And autumn again comes to pass, giving us once more its splendor and taking nothing but time. And, in time, it will come again.