The leaves of Autumn, fallen now, <br />Yet crisp but fleetingly are lain, <br />For soon the winter rain will come <br />And claim them back to earth again. <br />But come the spring they'll live once more, <br />As life-blood to some fresh new form, <br />To scent the breeze, to taste the rain <br />And tremble in the summer storm. <br />Is there a plan like this for me? <br />And if there is, shall you be there? <br />Or must a new stage then be trod? <br />New roles to play? Another God? <br />The only secret ne'er betrayed <br />Is not, I know, for me to share <br />Until that final curtain fall, <br />When life's great secret then lies bare. <br />And so perhaps, best not to dwell <br />Too long on thoughts that breed despair, <br />But rather take and live each day <br />With time well filled and friends who care.<br /><br />Bill Scovell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-in-autumn/
