i am done with summer. it was too much
heat. i got burnt too many times and i
never even went into the fucking sunshine.
i want to sing a different tune. i want
to flick to the channel of autumn.
dancing leaves ought to make me
smile. there is a breeze knocking
on my door. i want to let it crawl
into bed with me. there is plenty
of space and it would be nice
to see someone else’s face; for
there is magic in the autumn wind.
it swings in the spark of my wink,
in the smile twirling on my lips,
in my hair fluttering like a thousand
butterflies. the autumn wind speaks
to me. it says, you will never run out of
octobers, and they will never run out
on you. you can always start again.
it is time to rebuild. shed those tears.
and spring for a new beginning.