And now we watch
the conflagration of the trees,
each leaf scorched
to its own bright splendor.

It is not death but contemplation
written in the season’s change.

Peace is yet the dome we live beneath.
Our hearts still measure out
the cadence of that dream.

The time has come
to put things back in order.

Take courage, hallow hope
with joy. We do not
go alone.

~Amy Belding Brown