One day is all it takes
for Autumn to blow away
on ice-laden winds
that shock lawns
with frost as thick as thieves
robbing us of long walks amid the trees
which shelter us from too strong a breeze.
Our path is no longer clear
of the detritus of Fall,
of our fall from grace, putting us in our place
inside the hidden thoughts of our minds;
until the sun shines strong and deliberate,
with a design to clear the mind.
For now, we wait in hope
for longer days and shorter nights
until we can alight guided
by a Stronger Light
until Spring returns
to awaken our sight
and warm our souls.
annarino writes 