The hour has not changed
I will convince myself that
Time does not matter
Even as the clock repeats
A second round of midnight
The hour has not changed
I will convince myself that
Time does not matter
Even as the clock repeats
A second round of midnight
Watching the sun soar
Lower in the clear blue sky,
I am filled with joy,
It is finally Autumn!
Then trepidation sinks in…
Deciduous trees,
“Holding back” the howling wind,
Sadly, with each gust,
A pale yellow tragedy,
Falling towards the forest floor.
Oh what a morning
An orange sun surrounded
By a morning mist
Covering the landscape like
Sweet marmalade over toast