the season of waning, of fading, of promise
the leaves are lost the color drained, the sky cleared of blue and filled with grey, but hope lingers upon the breeze. blind expectations fill my thoughts.
dotingly i watch the elegance of this transition
longsince has summer lost its charm, the warmth worn off, the beauty gone.
i yearn for something fresh and live. then autumn comes and with it hope of something new from things grown old. it takes the fading summer's light and snuffs it out and calls to me, "patience, i have cleared the slate, and leave you to the next spring's fate" then all shall become as it was, but not the same, for all is new, and all unknown
therein lies the illusive beauty of autumn