Welcome home, the Earth says
as the equinox draws closer
the autumn is bountiful;
like sliding into a hot spring
after the hectic summer.
There is always magic in the air
when September brings its colors forth,
waving its flag proudly, cheers erupting joyously.
We change over to hold the trees closer
together, waters cold and sparkling like mercury
bursts of fragrance lingering every day;
oh what wonders await us,
hidden in the soil, succulent in history.
The autumn is meant for tender mystery,
rapturous renewal and empowered passion.
Nothing but good can come from the
richness that fills your lungs
when the leaves turn and the skies glow
like jack-o'-lanterns and church candles.
How does one describe the lush sensation
of starting anew, with the mountains soaring
the trees crooning, the rivers gamboling,
and our hearts braving?
The fall often reminds me that my home
is wherever the mountains are
when the harvest moon paints its peaks
with the succulent strokes, reminiscent
of van Gogh's brilliant mind.