Autumn slowly casts a softer light
into the garden that now sheds its weight.
The sun is tired, waiting to set,
and trees and hedges forget their leaves.
We grew together when summer was late,
beseeching the spring we knew we once were.
But now the garden
needs more of attention,
while forces are dwindling,
and coldness is near.
Whatever made us flower together
is not so clear at times no more.
We need to work the garden harder
to keep our strength, to not loose our faith.
Whenever winter comes and chills us,
we need to trust each year after year,
That at the end of winter’s numbness ,
spring returns with new blossom again.