AUTUMN

(In anticipation of the upcoming dewy season)

I dip my mind into the mist

And through pensive strokes

Upon the canvas of reveries

I Paint the portrait of autumn!

This jasmine-studded gateway is my escape

from livelihood's intoxicating prison.

Like the harvest that

fortifies nourishment's primordial empire,

Ambition emboldens my journey.

But my path resembles the post harvest field that

turns host to bovine herds during day

And

The wraith-like herd of dew at night.

My thoughts often wander and join them

never to return,

Like a herd of self annihilating cattle.

I am left to harvest fresh ones in my mind where

autumns herald the fragrant advent of hope

And winters respond with frigid dejection.