The knife-edged air cuts through the day,
and severs leaves from trees.
A seeming blizzard descends, fluttering, rising on a gust,
like dying, golden butterflies.
The red-tinged, careless scattering of yellow leaves
looks like a carpet by Monet -- no even strokes,
but splashes that the eye blends into
a shimmering impression of a perfect autumn day.
How like the awful beauty of the phoenix fall appears --
all dying in a blaze,
the flaming red and yellow washing over trees,
leaving them bare, soon to be covered by
a gentle, death-like cloak of ash-white snow,
then soon again, to be reborn, as the wheel spins,
and we go on and on, and sink, to rise again.
Causes Cynthia Clampitt Supports
Feed the Hungry, Project Angel Tree, Wheels for the World, Feed the Poor