When the warm hues of every frosted autumn sunrise
begin to stain the forests, adorning the distant foothills with a smattering of gold; when the leaves begin to mimic the colors of the crisp October heavens
We, like the foliage above
fall gently toward our roots.
We spend our days scattered from each other;
sowing seeds of obligation far from our old Hoosier home until the winds of change carry in whispers chilly and smokey of the rebirth of an old familiar friend.
When a chill begins to tinge
every breath from the cerulean sky above and autumn comes softly rapping like a welcome visitor, our family ties draw us homeward
and we, with bonds
as closely-knit as the sweaters on our backs, celebrate the cultivation of the fruits of our fellowship.