Who are we to wish the clocks
reverse and we are back to spring?
Who would deny the falling leaves,
the receding hairline of autumn?
Who would wish away the change
in air, hope to transformation?
The elegance of gusty days, leaves
flying in eddies of reminiscences,
a quiet comfort to becalm the storm,
to listen to the fury, out there, elsewhere.
We embrace autumn and even winter
has its charms, embraced in wonder.
Time is a ghost, but we aren’t yet,
we welcome new horizons, waiting.
