THE UNDERLYING WHEREWITHAL IN FALL

Fall.
Do not let it derail
your underlying wherewithal.

Though leaves grow sanguine
as they start to shake
and some late heat of summer
can sometimes seem
to prick the earth to quake,

and memories flood in
your drought-parched ground

you cry a tear
calm your anger,
quell your fear,

and summon up your gratitude and drive
to stay alive
and create unprecedented ways
for you to give
and thrive,

so you are cleanly whooshed
by autumn winds,
which ready you
a brand new winter to begin
so much so, you do not just remain,
but do so standing, stepping, flying tall.

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Medium Length Poems, Poetry. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s