An Autumn View

Now the autumn has come. I get chilled by the cold,
As the growth of the earth seems to be rather old.
Period is the work which in spring was begun.
Period is the thing of the summer, the fun.

By the seed growth will show again, and will be seen,
By the seed incarnation on what one is keen.
Though, the vine thinks of brandy and wine to become.
Temporarily being is futile to some.

As enjoying the cognac, the brandy, the wine
I will think of the being I wish will be mine.
I will be on Christ Jesus a thanksgiving branch,
And take good care of living; of life, and of chance.