for my english speaking friends: thoughts about fall

Colorful leaves
tumble in the wind.
Heavy
with raindrops
they sink
to the ground.

Creation,
circle of life,
becoming
and passing away,
and becoming again.

A time of darkness,
a time of silence,
a time of remembrance.

The time of expectation
is not far.

Expectation of the light
that again and again
irrupts into the world,
and makes our life colorful
as the leaves
that sink to the ground.