ready for the fall
cycle on, good season
bring me back to fall.
the summer heat is on my head.
no wind or rain
spare a measly reprieve.
i was liberated
when winter brought me into spring
back to warmth
-to color.
now once again the cycle is due.
i long for the crisp smell of rotting leaves,
the ripening of fruit,
the journey into sleep.


3 Comments:
D'you write this? Beautiful.
6:56 AM
yes i did, thanks hon. i think you may be the only person who reads this :)
12:03 PM
I read it too, but it's a secret. Shh.
5:56 AM
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