Trust....

The old cabin door
stood open...
as if waiting
for my departure.
I've come to know
the old house
much too well..
sometimes i feel welcome
other times not..
this was a time
i felt intruding...
the first of Autumn
was touching the trees..
summer was passing.
To know Autumn is to believe
Winter's her lover..
for soon she will fall
into his grasp.
first she must
redress the green
she feels must go..
painting the leaves scarlet
gold and red,
purple and orange...
showing her promice
of bringing winters touch...
before she's none..
all will stand naked.
This late summer chill
made me feel
winter was here...
flurting with Autumn...
they've been lovers so long
time can predict them...
the old door open
said many things...
as i left i watched
autumns first leaves
dancing across
wooden floors...
I did not
close the door.