I can see the end
Of summer
And feel it
With each early
Falling leaf
It’s a soft and drifting
Sadness laced
With longing
For letting go
Of light that kept me
Dancing
For returning
To a darker earth
That keeps me
Changing
I welcome
My decay
And waiting
-me
~ by April on August 8, 2021.
Posted in Body, Death, Humanity, Identity, Nature, Poetry
Tags: Anatta, Anicca, Autumn, Change, Changing, Dark, darkness, Death Drive, Delight, Drive, Dukkha, Earth, Fall, Impermanence, lacan, Late Summer, Leaf, Light, Longing, Patince, Real, Sadness, Seasons, The Real, Tree, Wait, waiting
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