once more
the creative cycle completes itself
and another poet has died inside me
where all that’s left to flesh on paper
is this skeleton of words
no angst
instead celebration
to reflect Autumn’s harvest
and chill

better sleep
away from stifling heat and humidity
welcome hibernation
beneath chlorophyll exhausted siblings
their offspring litter the ground
like so many poems
set free into the world
to work their magic
with the promise of another Spring
just around the corner

as when 45 cycles ago
October hailed as never before
life called upon this child
to bloom
grow his own foliage
and when the time would be right
amidst the trigger of adolescence
body mind and soul prepared
to harvest
set the leaves free
for a journey of countless orbits
around a visibly a-mused sun

© 2002

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02/03/2024

Author's Note: Previously posted here, but removed several years ago as part of the old rotation process. Written at age 45, and one of many poems to celebrate Fall. As opposed to Arial, reposted in Calibri, my latest favorite font.

Posted on 02/03/2024
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