SHANNON ARNTFIELD

To Be Continued

Things were changing before
it was apparent – fall colours
vibrant and dying. Chlorophyll
met with frosty mornings, turning 
orange, and we marvelled 
as we unravelled, seventeen years 
flaming into gold. We became 
molten in the heat 
of the refiner, of the invitation 
to pass through, to shed
all we possessed, all our brilliance
offered up to the promise 
of another season 
demanding everything 
from life, for life
to be continued.