Gasp

O wise autumn
You are perfect in your imperfection
You are a teacher and a healer
You restore my wearied summer soul
To the bright colorful sunset that the cold air of fall makes whole
O wise autumn it is not your touch that entices me, but your heart
You bring reality back to me
You open me to a newness that is progression
And you reach beyond just little me
Your air penetrates to the deepest corner of breath
O wise autumn - You do not steal me like summer did,
You show me more - into winter and spring
and forever where seasons don’t exist