If the sun is in redbud leaves
and feeling mounts
the tapered stairway to the heart
then it must be October.
I, like silence that hovers between the eye
struggle to make meaning;
must we adhere to unfed hope
when anguish in all its glory
succeeds to write a new chapter?
How is it that misgiving
becomes reason behind sleepless nights?
I sought to let go of pain
believing it to be wisp of white dandelion,
could the impossible ensue
so as to rule out others from its appalling taste?
Autumn, sepia toned
brings fresh sentiments to the mind,
as arms of trees extend
awaiting the promise of her dance;
perhaps life isn’t about desisting bruises
as one slowly treads along its path
but rather staring at the face of woe with a smile.
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