A rush of cool breeze
as grey skies welcome wistful rain,
and bowl of red apples allow
room for improvement.
Crunchy and mildly sweet,
they taste of exhilaration, careful
enough to piece out doubt from
my pounding heart.
It was a day in December, much
like any other and yet there was
something different. I gaze upon shift
in clouds, begin to experience the
same within me.
Oh, fragrance of apples, as
though sun-kissed days of summer;
reminding us it’s never too late
to begin life new and afresh.
I sit back and marvel as
the sky begins to darken, its words
unspoken continue to seep into
the inner-workings of my soul.
Sometimes, we just need time
alone to really understand ourselves,
as we sift through life and its
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