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.

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