Fall’s tumble of leaves,
– icy snow pattern weaves,
bringing out spring flowers,
soon drenched by summer showers.
Green chile roasting,
wintery mulled cider toasting,
digging up fertile ground,
so bounty astounds.
The seasons come, and go
–with measured flow,
leaving a mark
that cheers the heart.
We remember
each September
life fragile and dear,
and pray for peace
that brings release
from all hate and fear.
The bells knell,
their stories tell,
of memories new and old
souls at rest
they did their best
and left a legacy so bold.
This testament sings
of angels’ wings
and spirits born on high,
the risks our heroes take
For our sake
spits in the devil’s eye.