autumn, again

A season comes and another goes and yet another stretches ahead.

Leaves bud and grow and blaze and drop

and we kick them about as we walk the same trails.  

We're born, we mature, we find our niche, and we fade

 and memories are strewn along the way.

But it is never really only that...

Do we ever get wiser or only have more seasons under our belts 

as  we circle closer to eternity?