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.



D’Elegant One



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