Autumnal Equinox September 22, 2016

The cardinal shift,

The air blows through me,

Cleansing all desires,

The shift that cools me,

Left breathing and stable,

Like oak trunks and wide green,

Chasing dreams is taken,

By the brand new breeze,

Closing paths are open,

To the building and the weave,

To the wanting yet to cleave.

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