Fear & shivers wrack my frame
Every year about this time,
When dour thoughts afflict my mind,
And heart, and so my gentle rhyme.
Most everything is dying here,
For fall has come to close the year.
Summer diversions & summer-time games
Distract us until summer’s gone,
When all feel older, for we see
Another winter’s coming on.
And fruits of life are taken in
Which came of purity or sin.
this time of harvest, and of death,
Presents reminders every year,
He’ll pass our way, and though we fight
Grim death itself will persevere.
When fruit grows heavy on the limb
The harvester must take it in.
For hope ‘gainst Death is futile hope
Which stands against true Hope itself
To mock both it, & all who forget
The fleeting nature of the self.
One’s life must end, though life goes on,
For harvests come when summer’s gone.