Oh fall, with your stench of death and decay,
lead us to the darkest and coldest of seasons.
Into the winter we go bundled up and readied to embrace,
these parts of ourselves.
For this is the season of inner growth, the season of understanding.
We find the light within us to guide our way,
as the roots run deep beneath the earths surface,
as seeds lie frozen
and asleep, awaiting the thaw of spring.
These seeds have been planted long ago.
We wait with the patience of winter,
we wait in the dormant state…
We wait until the glorious thawing of spring,
then all will come anew!
© 2012 Louie J. Auslander