You- I think have ran your course in my heart.

So when the gale waves your banner in my face with dry crusted leaves,  I smile, the end at last close enough to touch.

Through closed lids, I feel the bronze red sunset smile at me. A warm secret smile.

A new day hastens.

My carpet- a sea of brown leaves.

Birds pose in mid-flight twirling to music I can only guess at.

Round,round, and round we go on and on.

Whether I dance along, swing,  or ride their wings- the rhythm stays beautiful.

Now the universe drips with sarcasm telling me she’s seen it all. The cycle.

Who cares?

The mists join in the dance, masking the light in an eerie far -illusion.

Clothed in tomorrow, I shed today.