Season's end

At season's end, the days grow shorter, one minute at a time.

Asters fade, one petal at a time.

Oaks bare their branches, one leaf at a time.

Ripened autumn fruits bend the boughs low to the ground. One by one, they drop from the branches to the soft earth waiting below.

And so it is with us. One by one, the days pass. In the end, one last breath lingers on our lips. We taste its warm sweetness like a kiss.

We long for one more moment like a lover, knowing that at days end is a long moonless night.