September Falling~

If one could wrap themselves inside a season
it would be Fall for me,
but I cry with the descent of leaves,
wanting to jump into a pile of those reds and golds,
let them smother my sadness.

Thoughts scatterd, confused, questioning everything
in the way one does when disillusion devours all the given's.

I see the ghost of my Mother at the far end
of a leaf strewn path, I see myself hollering
"wait for me'..and Mother would, if she could.

This Autumn has caught me with my head down,
I thought it would be just the opposite at this
point in my life, but life doesn't let you off
that easily, maybe it's time to shift..once again,
perhaps as a hermit-lady who writes Poems in the
backyard, plants pumpkin seeds, and hums old love
songs to cold stars.

Jan~
rainyj