Our Spirits Are Strong

The bells of the hour chime of Autumn
When temperatures cool and we breathe easy
And trees put on pretty party dresses
Before they give up for the cold of winter.
We can sit beside the bonfire sipping hot tea
And reminiscing about a time when life was easy
Or so it seemed that we had all the answers
That seem to evade us so desperately now.
So we watch the fireflies in the distance
And sit a little more quietly for a while
Wondering, perhaps, if everyone has these doubts
And coming to the conclusion, at long last, they do.
But we know for sure the sun will shine tomorrow
And we crawl out of bed to meet it, if tentatively,
For though our flesh is just that, our spirits are strong.