Poem © 2020 by Joyce Mason
Choking on the smoke of environmental backlash,
I smell autumn beyond the notes of ash and human misery.
A nascent fall breeze sneaks into late summer to say hello.
My toes curl at the prospect of clean air blowing dried
leaves
in eye-candy colors.
My heart skips a beat as childhood adages ride the wind.
“All good things come to an end.”
All bad things, too.
We sit on Libra’s Scales of Balance savoring a tiny appetizer of tomorrow.
Autumn, the Season of Fruition lets go everywhere in Technicolor and Panavision as we must for new winters, springs and summers to recur; their lessons from both beauty and tragedy to revive and rebuild us once more for another thrilling ride on the Roller Coaster known as the Wheel of Life.
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Photo Credits: Autumn Wheel © Kaedeenari | Dreamstime.com; Libra Scales © Tatianakost | Dreamstime.com.
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