Binding Poetry

autumn leaves and quote

Just a wee bit of something to think about as autumn winds down and 
winter prepares to take charge: 

Is this really the time to sleep? With autumn leaves crunching 'neath 
booted feet? Our mittened-hands tucked
silently behind our stiffened backs and firmly closed minds?
Listen to the wind whistling through skeletal limbs,
feel the rain drizzling down on shamefully bowed heads.  
Is this the time we dare to do?
To embrace the challenge of life's renewal?
Is this the time we cross the line,  reach our hand 
to our brothers and sisters in pain, to the the children in want, 
and the strangers in vain? Or is this the time we 
yet turn away, 
turn inward, 
turn silent
wait for the spring?