Autumn's Concerto

[themadterran]

Autumn’s Concerto

The music of peace and atonement wafts from the radio. Notes of despair, cries of loneliness, reminders of what we did play out in each concerto movement. A deep, sonorous horn calls us to worship.

Our collective past sings to our deepest soul.

However, we must drive on, admiring the world around us—ignoring the chill that is beginning to bite.

Leaves in reds, browns, and yellows drift down to the road.

We drive over a growing bed of the past Spring’s growth as it comes to its timeless and timely conclusion.

The sun shines brighter with each fallen leaf in its autumnal striptease.

It casts light on newly discovered and frequently forgotten sins.

Feel its healing touch as it warms our wounds.

Find peace.
Atone.
Discover your forgotten sins.

Winter is coming.
The long darkness looms.
Our new sins are on the horizon.