In the early fall
Here and there
A burst of colour
Flaming into life
Early casualties
Of summer’s demise
The bush soon aflame
in firey conflagration
The irony
Of a flaming death
Heralding the coming cold
Winter consuming
Both heat and colour
In its cold cold grip
And yet in that image
Hope lives
burning into our hearts
That this will come again
As it always has
And will once more.
As we pray for peace
After yet another war.