Autumn Hope
Zeb Stenman
Autumn Winds caress my beard,
Running their fingers through my hair
As the sun's last kisses warm my soul.
Through all this, I think of you.
I know that it's too early to tell
Where our roads lead,
Whether together, apart or parallel;
I long to follow the path of passion
Red and gold as the leaves,
But if the winds blow me somewhere else,
So be it.My steps are tentative;
I have not walked this way in years.
Anxious for a harvest of tenderness
Yet fearing one of sorrow.
My heart soars like a drifting leaf
Caught upon the wind,
While my mind whispers of hope
Rustling through the trees of life.Yet my conscience urges patience
Telling me to wait for the spring
After winter snows have stripped away
All that will not last; and everything
Renews itself. My mind sees the wisdom,
But my body wishes shelter from the cold
And to provide shelter in turn.Torn like a spent corn stalk
I await the call of the winds of fate.