September's precipice
. Trip on time's passage
. . Avenues become canopies weeping orange
. . . Ripe for the autumnal harvest
. . . . Transient chill
Revealed enigmas
. Another sagacious query
. . Kindred assumption--
. . . Is there more to life than this?
. . . . No one truly knows
. . . . . God's intentions
Morose skies fill the horizon
. Overtures to occidental oblivion
. . Trees relinquish their possessions
. . . Hear the forthcoming frost
. . . . Ethereal grace abounds in brown
. . . . . Reconciling warmth with bitter cold
. . . . . . For a seasonal promise
. . . . . . . Use life's cycle
. . . . . . . . Creation, existence, destruction--
. . . . . . . . . Kindling, wasted yesterdays
. . . . . . . . . . Essence sleeps, until next spring
. . . . . . . . . . . Reciprocates
