once again...the cycle

autumn does provide change.
the slowing down...leaving time for remembering.
the snow, the other day, here, brought a reminder of things to come.
the barren ..the preparation for rebirth...the cycle, we all know too well.
sadness...yet small joy.
joy....yet small sadness.
time ticks the clock.
the closing of the windows...
the locking of a farm's door.
as the grasses, wind blown and now wet...
laying flat....succumbing to the moisture in the wind
acceptance of the frost...and the weight of the blanketing snow.
protection from the harsh...
the silence within the silo...
yet the fertile smell of the earth...
as if,
blanketing our memories...
the safety within that silo.