What is that in the distance

Cool but even

In a world destroyed in the aftermath of

Desperation and manipulation

The tables of time have turned

Upon their heads

The salve of the hour

Has arrived

As the searing truth

Has yielded to the seeing

A blinding light

And to those who are aware

And look away

They shall rejoice

In the light of day

That has come from the truth

For only the truth

Can set us free

The blinding light of searing truth

Turn the righteous away blind

Those meek souls who are protected

Rejoice in the truth

For the light has set them free

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

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

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