feel the sound of nature in your soul

Regretfully rushing through recent leafy falls

rustic remembrances, sadness fills my space.

a place where gladness should gaily go

a merry go round of muddled mind.

rooms rife with idle thoughts

throbbing through the aorta of my soul.

breathless, heaving, start believing

slowly sense the season gleaming.

inhale the scent that Autumn brings

temper the anger that inwardly sings.


J. Poet 7