An Alternate Reality

Archive for September, 2017


Autumn arrives with a wave of summer air.
But the leaves know, and the geese understand.

Morning glories are still blooming.
But the trees are waving goodbye.

Thunderstorms rumble.
But blizzards hover just north of warm.

This change of seasons is gradual.
But all at once I’ll notice that darkness rules.

Winter’s coming is on the horizon.
But for now, I’ll enjoy the anticipation.