In that moment,

when truth began to tease

the reality of fantasy,

did the world continue with

lovely effort – the sort of delight

that gives breeze to sated doldrum.

~

Simple to see,

we might suggest one wintry evening,

we knew why the cold snap,

icy chills upon naked cheeks,

did indicate a living human being,

rather our own distracted self.

~

While the light of night will fade,

the oddity of the earlier day,

such energy, turns to decay,

when a resonant fire burns,

the sort needs identity,

rather instead than approval.

~

Whisper sweet the winds of autumn,

we will endure another shot of old.