Smell of Autumn

Every year--And I saw the Leaves fall off of the trees. I ate the heal of the bread last night With a spoonful of my pride

And the crows-- They fought at me all night.

O' this grand harvest season. This season of repentance and death finds me in the latter part of the year. Reminding me of chili-cheese hot dogs & the kick-off of football season at Patterson High School. Bracing for colder winds, out come sweaters and Letterman's.

Now, it's a season of Loss: known that at the apex of August's cruel summer is the forever loss of nameless;

Now, it's a time recouping, healing, and longing.

With no answers to my questions left, I move on into Winter.

It's a time of melancholy.