And the Wind Said

And the wind said,
Autumn is coming. It is close on my heels. Soon, I will melt the suffocating heat into fresh, dry cold. Soon, the allegory of death and rebirth will do its Dance Splendid across the stage, and it will dance to my music. For the live things will die, and shrivel, and sink, and wait for my voice. After Autumn, death.
Then I will come again and  I will breathe my breath of perfume and dogwood petals, and dry things will feel the sap of life beneath their bark. The clattering bones will turn to live and supple flowers, swaying to my song. The rebirth will begin. The continual retelling of an Old, Old Story of death and Resurrection. Autumn is the foreshadow of fulfilled prophesies, for with those souls in whom God takes pleasure, there is not death, only waiting. And a promise that something wonderful is about to happen.