Early October Mountain

Decades have gone, and 
you greet us today in the same way
you did on the days of unsettling;
the bear-rock watches the world
over the mountains,
the mystery;
has not been solved; or never will;

the sun's long finger stirs the brook,
smiles at the glitters; at the rare child's play;
the golden leaves listen to the water
that warns of the eventual bareness and
freeze of you and me.

But today, we will indulge in
your calm mature beauty;

and we will prepare for the reborn.

©Byung A. Fallgren