to autumn

edges of autumn seap into the air
the winds bring dry rustlings of leaves
my ears listen, as my face braces
for this love so harsh, so pure

the seasons come in their march
unaware of our waves and tides
unbeknownst to the promises made
forced transitions i shed my leaves too

i anticipate these moultings like rebirths
happy to see a new life ahead
for every day new, every breath asks its due
there is after all only this one happy accident

so up i rise and on i walk
always this love, and light and laughs
transformations arrive to lead me anew
daily deeply i thank my mad precious stars

---
reena
sept 21st 2017