Coming into credence of the surrounding, As the perpetual cycle met like a race track.
Current presence dim lightly with another solstice beckon, As winter takes the sunlight for yet another annual walts, While moonlight hover more frequently to a sound of a violin.
The inner heart wrapped around a blanket, Cozied by the sleep of hibernation like camp fire.
The beats come into a trance, And radiance come to a halt by the darkness, For it is the reign of fall that cover sun like a shrouded veil.
Such is the time of gloom come to a reflective meditation, For all imagery end with a last note of a piano, And seared thoughts say good bye with the vibration of it's strings!
It seems every coming fall, thumping of the chest pause for a moment to think! In this silence, one can only ponder the actions of the past to the present. Am I happy?