It’s that time of year
The light has changed
Ever so slightly
From summer to fall light
The suns brightness less intense

It’s that time of year
The light has changed
From summer to fall light
The air is crisper
The nights cooler

It’s that time of year
The light has changed
From summer to fall light
The heat of summer is leaving
The beauty of fall is coming

Its that time of year
When leaves start to turn
Orange, yellow and red
Dabbling the landscape
Like a fine painting

It’s that time of year
When colors are bright
There is a special shine to everything
Moods are high
The world puts on its best face

THE USELESSNESS OF MAPS

You were always
the bit

where the map creased & tore
leaving us unsure

looking through a hole
at our own big toe.

You were always
the bit

where the map was folded in four
and had to be awkwardly unfolded

just to see
where you were.

You were always
the bit

that was just off this map

ending in mid air...

...see next map:

...the missing map!

You were always
the lost map.

You were often
the wrong map.

The map that there was...

...no map of:

I went for a drive today
And pleaded with someone inside of me
Squeezing my arm and dragging me into
The idea that running away
would fix everything
I could have been gone this entire time,
I realized
As nobody thought to check on me
I drove down the roads I grew up on
And passed every house of everyone I’ve ever known
And knew that they could not host me
So I drove further
The beach welcomed me with warmth and
The sound of children laughing around me
Feeling the magic I lost years ago
I could have been gone this entire time
I thought
As no one looked at me twice
I walked this time, and into the water
I could have been gone this entire time, i realized as no one stopped me

Does the bee know it will die
Before the sting
Or does it’s act of anger
Cause a surprise reckoning?