Autumn Mists and Prayers

In the mists that speak of autumn,

I hear a whispered prayer.
It warns me of the coming winter,
Of darkness and despair.
But also it reminds me of
The spring that follows on,
For there is always renewed life
When the storms have passed on.
 
Ecclesiastes 3:1-2
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:
A time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot,