Consent for the Seasons 10-4-2016
When fall says I am coming for awhile,
No, not yet.
Fall laughs and shakes the dead leaves from the trees
This is cannot be.
Fall cries out, and warm rain turns the world cold.
If only just for a few more hours,
I would give anything for a few more hours.
A shadow of pale light slants each day shorter,
The memories remind me of what is not now.
Fall is whispering to me: “Love never dies.”,
Even though the world feels as if it is dying.
Fall offers harvest,
So let us dance until spring.
I sit humble amongst the naked trees.
Not thinking about anything.