Ah for these few found quiet days

Ah for these few found quiet days
Where ere they come
To fix one's gaze
With bright illuminating eyes

The turn of tides
The shifting sands
Tossing and turning
Pond'ring and yearning

Light begins to burn
Through and stain
The colors that rain down
Pass through the leaves
Their life lives in these
As slowly turns the greens to gold
And orange to vibrant red
Till passing leaves it dead
When buff tis blown away
To settle in the ground
And no more to be found

In these passing moments
Dreams at times can fade
Thy currents once close at bay
Now cast thee out and away
Far they flow to sea
In time a mere'd memory

Yet as they travel forth
New currents come to cleanse
And wash away the stains
New life begins to form
And growth begins once more

A new chapter begun
Those former songs unsung
Yet not they ere forgot
Thy lessons they have taught

And with this new beginning
Now slowly taking shape
Begin to see the sun that shines
And warms our hearts again

Each season in its passing
Hath proved its promise true
Some days are harder yet to come
Still for the joys that each
Shall bring to one
Can endure to bear them all a more
And walk and run
Toward the light of the rising sun

-Joshua Lee Foist