I know I should probably,
bask in the season,
but I can't wait for fall,
for some inner reason.

The earth seems to settle,
getting quiet within,
resting before winter,
it seems a time when.

It sheds all the things
it no longer needs,
getting ready for what comes
not knowing where it leads.

But using all resourses,
to forge straight ahead,
moving life onward,
without any dread.

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