September

The last Spring flowers bloom and die 

Waiting for you to come

Frost beckons from a cold breeze that will arrive

Like falling leaves swept by wintry winds

Who am I to question things

Or curse the rationality of existence

There are many forms of love and art

I rejoice that I can appreciate the darkness and the light

The grand illusion that the night brings

Hold such things like shattered mirrors to your heart at your peril

As the black yields to day even now

So Summer will bring forth September and beyond

Rejoice all who despair

Lament no more 

Grander adventures lay around the corner

For those who have faith and the will

To persevere

Through snow and ice

We rage forward.