leaving us with mixed messages of hope
and surrender... to the fall that is
slowly encroaching upon our lives;
holes dug into the ground for new homes
are now filled with water... requiring
pumps or ditches to be dug with toy
front end loaders... as weather patterns
blow freely throughout the day packing down
the clay soil with its weight... mirrors of
time reflect its souless onslaught against
our wills and patience, remaining inside
our protective barriers while feasting our
eyes on the life giving treasure falling
all around us outside... we mourn the
loss of summer and its warmth as our
bodies adjust themselves to lower climates
by covering them with more fabrics...
we listen carefully to all the clues we've
been given while participating in the
inevitable transformation... dark clouds
reach down in our direction with their
omminous laughing as they pass on
their way to a more favorable audience;
left behind, we reclaim what was ours
retraining our thoughts to see the positive
and reward ourselves for not delaying any
of those panic feelings nuturing themselves
inside our fragile mental outlooks once the
wind and raining plowing through is gone.
16 October 2021
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