Something I was yearning for finally came.
A bit of hope.

A bit of hope good enough to make my frown turn right side up

Like a rainbow after the storm,
desolated but I saw colors once again.

Like a drop of water in a dessert,
schorched but my thrirst was quenched

And

Like birthing to a newborn child
In pain but its a moment like no other.

A bit of hope, it fuels me to continue on further in giving my all to you.

a vinegary ripeness dabs fall's thrirst--

an unnervingly tasteless demeanor

prevails over trees.

the strength of passing facts at their

feet, unprotective of experience.

what witnessed dwindlement looks like,

without appeal.

as for the rest, that stands to regard--

an understanding without imposition

will move across a prior transparency.

winter nears.