oh my god…
the joy of it all.
from the depths of Fall.
i could bear it this year,
the gray, wet, and cold…
and rejoice in knowing the sun is always gold.
if i crumble with the weather, too hot or too cold… what would happen in chaos, how would i be in death, or growing old?
i am ready for the comfort of what warmth and flowers can bring… and humbled with the knowing that this too will be ending.