Quietly the leaves turn

and drift slowly to the ground.

 Voices babble on

 ‘though there is nothing  

more to say

except perhaps

 “Vote!”

and

 “Wear a mask!”

These days will yield to others,

there will be turnings and touchings

 in days to come and,

God willing,

a flowering of hope.

 Now there are the leaves,

glorious,

drifting to the ground.

-- Mike Coburn, priest-in-charge