Autumn song

Alas, I have no simple words to bring
the carefree ways made summer days stand still,
nor vividly relive  the giddy spring
as sun-filled  thrills suspend the winter chill.

Once again, I step upon the crossing roads
tween season loved and one that needs to be,
and spy gaunt specter of  its heavy loads,
a path to joy in stony misery.

I fly and glide with blades made by sun;
its dried bones take wing in final flight.
Each leaf a mark to things that time has done
uncovered green to shades of captured light.

 In the play of life, time writes every part,
its echoes ring the seasons in my heart.