Fall Fall arrived on the backof a gray rainstorm;the air was strippedof its warm thicknessbecoming crisp and lean;its bite a welcome relieffrom a Summerthat lingered too long;Winter is on the horizon,for nowwe'll enjoy the clarityof Fall
Evaporation dew dropsmoisten the tipsof sharp green blades,they glisten and swayas the blades dancein the mourning breeze,awaiting their deathsat the handsof the rising sun,ignoring the inevitablethey shimmer onin celebrationof tomorrow's new beginningas a quiet breezebrings forththe warmth of the day
Nostalgia our historieslose the complexityof their timewhen viewedthrough the prismof nostalgic memory