Fall's Frailty

It's Fall again;
The earth's season suits my life's.
Things are dying, falling apart.
There's a 'hunkering-down' occurring,
But not without hope of eventual re-emergence.
 There's a 'going inside myself';
A searching of my own depths-
An acceptance of what is there
And of what I want to be there.
 God is trying to grant me the serenity
To accept the things I cannot change...
 Like the yellow Maple leaves
 Fluttering outside my window,
Who fall without their choosing.

 We fear our own beautiful frailty.