silver dawn creeps between
the trees, playing hide
and seek with the moon;
as squirrels dart frenetically
around with acorns in their
teeth…
while dusty summer holds on
to what remains of light,
autumn will soon give way
to darkness, as she swallows
the morning and encourages
the night…

oh changing seasons, so indefatigable
in your constancy!
this heart of mine longs
for distance from the shadows
that darken it so
but just as winter steals bits
of day, so must we delve into
what lingers in the darker
parts of ourselves…