I've had most of October
wrapped around my fingers this year. Dead leaves escape their humble abode to reside in the heart of crisp fall mornings but I'm okay.

Essence of inevitable winter
swirls around me, enclosed in the cool breeze playing with my hair while the
kiss of death softly lands upon the landscape of my lost dreams
but I'm okay.

Summer slowly falls in the arms
of Winter, falls and falls and falls ever so slowly in Fall, such that the fall is almost not a fall but soft, honey eyes falling into a deep slumber, enclosing the warm cave of days long gone but... I'm okay.