We are not body,
We are not mind
Nor heart.
.
We are thoughts,
We are feelings
And ideas.
.
We laugh and cry,
We love....
And we hate.
.
We are our souls,
Its whims
We must follow.
.
This is my soul,
It's wishes
And I obey.

The hole in your heart just keeps getting deeper and deeper.
The further we get,
the lower we go,
and the less hope we have of recovering.
The last time I risked it all,
I ended up empty.
This time I'm playing it safe.
I placed my bet and it wasn't enough,
goodbye and good luck.

Bright pellucid morning
blue as icy aquamarine.

Fall nips the air
like a petulant cat.

It feels chilly
as a chance encounter
with a former lover
in a sunrise coffee shop.

The season spins
like an obstinate top.

Legions of lawn gnomes
don their long underwear.

The earth accepts this
glacial change, but
I will miss the warmth
of lilies and dandelions.

Still, this new  ambience
contains its own charms.

Trees spasm with delight
as vivid leaves waft like
inevitable paratroopers
to the retreating lawns.

Flowers hibernate
secure in the
inevitability
of resurrection.

It is a time to honor
common sense.

We know the snows
will blanket our
sleepy, gelid lives.

We know that
in time we will
wake to spring,
warmth and hope.

The world will turn
until we don't.

  ~mce

Feeling more of a crisp cool breeze
A sign of things to come
A change of season is in the air
Long jackets, sweaters, and so much fun
Those students are back in school
Time to educate themselves and feed their brains
We are heading towards Autumn
The moments have been altered once again