Last day of summer*
autumn knocking
at the door
as all years before
life's undertones
will broadly be
the same.  Weltschmerz
is what the season
will offer and utter-

I wonder
what meaning
living
does confer--

left in a vacuum
I wish not to think
of the whys and hows
just wait for what
the immediate hours
will of their accord bring
be it simple joys or deep sorrows
true wisdom abides
in humble accepting-

past and present
intertwine
in the fabric of time
moment follows moment
none does know
any future outcome-

I'll sit quietly
expecting nothing
bid my heart stay still
in emptying.