Autumn comes again,
the land begins to cool.
The summer's heat dissipates --
dreams and passions never do.
Winter has yet to show
its cold and furrowed brow.
Spring is many months away.
The time to clean is now!
The trees have just begun to turn
from green to red and gold.
But this is not a time to grieve --
Rise up! Stand tall!!
Gather up the leaves!
Pile them high in the setting sun
And along with those dying leaves pile up
the broken dreams
the silent regrets
the hopes that have been undone.
You see, in nature nothing is lost;
Matter merely changes form
As a phoenix must dissolve into ash
In order to be reborn.
So set that pile of leaves alight.
Watch them smolder and burn.
Warm yourself in the soft firelight
and let renewed hopes and dreams return.
Copyright 2014 by Do The Posture