Autumn

Autumn,

pierces the crisp, morning air

with waves of fury, and tenacious desire.

Inhaling, with anticipation

reaching, to impossible heights

grasping for power

demanding its presence to be known

commanding submission

foretelling what’s to come.

Exhales, flow from the heart

beating with intention

grounding itself, in a soft mantra.

All is quiet; still.

Serenity, drifts across the land

healing the fruits of the earth

children of god.

Sprouting prosperity through collapsed systems

hope through the depths of darkness

potential, to the discouraged spirits.

The breath of dawn perseveres, through adversity

navigating the intricacy, of vulnerability

restoring, the balance, of nature.