Welcome Fall
He fell asleep under the oak tree with
His feet crossed while the winds rushed over him,
And upon their reds and yellows
He could Fall forever higher
Until he had no name for the things he saw.
He stared beneath him
Toward his sparkling city now illuminated
In the magic of its own light and
He had no questions except,
"Will I remember?"
And they told him, “Some things are not
To know yet but you are
Many times blessed.”