When autumn comes a calling it may be one’s winter, summer spring.
Think of all the glory and wonderment this transition brings.
Its colors etched so brightly of days gone by of those born…
and loved ones whom have past…nature wouldn’t cast…
such brilliance if our spirits weren’t meant to last.

When your autumn comes a calling; and I no longer awake…
to see the twinkling of your eyes, with heartfelt thanks and gratitude,
I know your rooted branches reached beyond our Heaven’s Sky…
Not in plain view as more seasons comes to pass…take hold,
you remain in my heart and not simply a beautiful part of my past.

Yes, I’ll shed tears like leaves falling from autumn trees…
Crying Oh Lord, why did you take my dear loved one from me?
In the rustling autumn wind you’ll hear, I did no such thing…
My precious child was sent to you; this is what I bring,
Spirits to guide you, love you, teach you, support you and inspire you.

Now that you’ve received these special gifts, the joy it brings to send my blessings;
I’m glad my precious child on lend was there to teach you many lessons.
Like autumn in its entire splendor your loved one leaves, continuing to blossom.
Should it be you miss my child reaper of what you’d sown…
You shall meet and be reunited again seeded in the love you’ve grown…

Safely Home in Autumn.

Kanicki