An Autumn Better than Spring

In the breeze quite calm

Like a touch, a soothing balm

The wind whispers, as it has to go somewhere

Tell it to stop, as there is nowhere

We are here, right here, no future, no past

A cross-road, a junction with no point last

Let’s sit, have a talk

Let’s stay, have a walk

Eat of the very remaining fruits that loom

Have no vision of the flowers that bloom

Let’s love, as this autumn is better than that spring

Let’s lay, rejoice, leave what time has to bring