Cycles of the Fall
As the chill on the rise,
Gardenias and honeysuckles wave good bye,
And souls fold inwardly to welcome
The harvest of sweetness and legumes.
All things made anew.
In People. Places. Possessions.
Transformation in series of prospects muddled by probabilities
As Autumn’s children turn shades on Spring’s offsprings,
Indulgence of longevity for a few
Or rekindling of old flames patched
Over the year in time for
The rebirth of their
Differences. Desires. Destinies.
All on the first day.