The rib cage turns a familiar pale yellow,
Autumnal sun conjures swaths of warm air
Red fox colored leaves make bed for small fellow

But old man winter doth draft a plan
Across the meadows and through the land
He'll reap whats sowed- and not less than

Dust to dust one becomes at night
Though spring winds carry new life
Small creatures wake before the light

Language ripples thought
Through soft Spanish undertones
By beryl waters

Have to confront her
People pass, smeared oil paintings
But oh there she is

Surrounded, but alone
The frenzy moves in catacomb
Public twilight zone

The law evolves
And with it our morality
Adapting within the confines
But changing to survive

Harsh desert winds
Give no thought to equity
Nor artic seas I'm sure

No it is the people
And their conquests we endure

Fear feeds on self doubt
Starve it with your strength

where the sidewalk ends
and the autumn woods call.