Holy is this fall
with its sparkling leaves
coming down on us
from the maple trees.
With its dazzling smile
midst the clouds of gray
holy is this sun…
Blessed is this day.

Carpe diem, friend,
for they come and fleet—
yester days and leaves—
dust beneath our feet.
While today is here
let us simply be.
Carpe diem, come,
catch this day with me.

 

© 2013 Sasha A. Palmer

Image: © 2018 Nino Chakvetadze, reproduced with permission.