In the light of the season
Orange in it’s hues
To the nights
And the chills
Evening through
Take the breathe of light
Into the depth of the lungs of past summers
To take in the night
Crisp as all
So here are words homaged
To the days of fall
To the ground they fall
With the winds of change
Season of fall
Upon the ground they
Bend away
Into the dirt
There they stay
To come back
In the feeding of the trees
So the renewal season
Is now upon us
Take it casual
Keep it clean
From the fall leaves
To the crisp seems
The light that keeps glowing
And falling sooner
Take up the fall
And be a part of the
World
Around
Lies
The size
Of small or large
Can destroy the life
Of humanity
In a modern French Revolution
Lived online
Guilty until proven innocent
Cancelled
And gone
But weathered lies of bitterness
Still keep on
So the brain must react
With precision
To make the decision
To know what is right
And what is wrong
When truth arrives
In any form
Away from the norm of life
It can heal and it can destroy
Lies made in time
The broken hourglass
Glass all around
Has had enough lies
From town to town
With the truth in light of day
Even the most insular will say
I can now see
What I could not before
I will raise my eyes from the floor
And see the light of
A new day
In a season of change
When nothing will remain the same
Under the sun of orange glow
Where the leaves fall and go
Into the night and into the land
From the woods and into the
Winds of time
From these winds blow to the place
Where the leaves go silent
And not even a trace
Of summer will last
The maple from the seasons harvest
In the crisp autumn sets
The fire of the evening burning
One last flame
As the fall set’s in
October at the fence line
While the moon sets the leaves
As the cold and warm intertwine
To bring the season of pumpkin
Again and again
Right before the onset of light
From the morning thrust deep into the freeze of winter
Upon the gate is a frost
So delicate yet deep and full
That the gate locks in it’s down position
While the snow gathers around
To cradle the depth of cold
On the morning
Where the ices goes
Around the pine
Takes a toll on the road
Where the road turns to shadow
In the pines beyond the waters edge
Where the grass grows
And the leaves change their colors
Bright and spledid into the autumn night
Beyond the road lies
The hope of yesterday and the
Bright future of tomorrow
Take me where the road
Turns into the shadows dark
Upon the horizon
I lean my life
To know the presence
Of what can turn
In a moment
From the one
To the many
When the horizon set in it’s way
Unleashes the sun
For the last light of the day
When the horizon learns to breathe
We learn to live with it
To go through the moments
And let go
Of what is holding us back
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