Consolation

It could be viewed as a trite and
trifling gesture yet bearing in
mind the reality that
nature is all-powerful
and the universe turns to her
rules and hers alone that very
gesture could also be interpreted
as a conciliatory acknowledgement
that even she can regret the
alarm that arises within the acute
consciousness of her creatures
from the dawn of creation
to the present despite constant
iterations of the seasons, their
departures and arrivals
when the unmistakable 
signals so familiar and so
dreaded appear, the dimming
of daylight hours and the
sound of songbirds at night
in their migratory flight
shriveling vegetation and
the waning of days as cold
permeates the atmosphere and
wind blows bright foliage
from their forest perches
a pensive sadness pervades of 
summers past for years and youth 
cannot be recaptured. Yet in a brief
display of heavenly illumination
that gift of light and colour as
the sun descends reminds us of
gratefulness for our very existence.