Autumn Waits

Autumn waits,

Steps through the doubts

Of summer

Into the cold.


Autumn remembers

Hopes of spring

Burning hot,

Dripping hot, into dust

Growing, reaching,



Autumn knows

Hope matured,

Dreams standing full

Like corn in the field.


Autumn sees the breath

Of spring as vapors

Into a morning sky,

As dust, into July,

Into the quiet of winter.


Really, if you love the wind,

Spring blows free,

Autumn blows so different;

It is the time between.

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