I have stared out a window for hours
as summer bowed its head

at October rain, at banana-yellow leaves
glistening, tumbling in slow-motion
sighing with nature

as autumn overcame, as wraiths
sorrowfully caressed withering roses
with bony fingers, as ravens
sang hymns

but my soul changes
always, it puts on a worsted cloak
grey and speckled brown

a page turns slowly, as though
the story is a familiar one
read many times and
I smile

joining melancholy muses and romantic rebels
reveling in dreamt sage scented vortices
whirling like dervishes
biding farewell to swelter and
buzzing things

the prayer is then lifted and I whisper,
“Rest well honored flora and fauna
but before you close your eyes
see the pumpkin-orange painted sky
at dusk, before you sleep.”

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