Autumn is captured marvelously in this 16-line free-verse poem, that could be a mash-up of two octaves or four quatrains or eight couplets.

The first six lines describe the seasonal environment, which causes physical & mental lethargy.

Confession is made in line #7, "I fail to optimize my time."

Line #8 causes me to think of fireflies.

Line #9 is a big item on the fall to-do list: "Cleaning out the gutters."

Lines #10 & 11 face Fear's temptation to self-deprecation and depression.

Lines #12 & 13 try to redirect the focus to the Lord, the Author and Finisher of our faith, while still wrestling with fear.

Line #14 confesses to fear of the unknown.

Lines #15 & 16 end the poem with the cry of the heart to the Lord, The Only One, Who can cause us to succeed in spite of our human frailties.

Nicely done, Amethyst Angel. WRITE ON!