the symbol of grace
and need
an empty bowl
open palms
a broken heart
wretched and worn
I fall praying only
for grace
and the reconciliation
of autumn rain
deep throated thunder
distant as grief
present as oncoming gray
rain clouds
I reconcile my fear and anger
with oncoming winter
and my fall from grace
thecourseofourseasons 
As the seasons change, sometimes our grief is stirred up again. We face winter cold and darkness. Let us lay in a store of books, and wood for warm fires, and dream of hot chocolate!