Reid@YWP

As the days fade from September and into October
so the leaves fade from the trees
which is to say
sometimes tearing away with a gust of wind
other times trickling away slowly
like a faucet that never stops completely

Everything begins again.

Over and over, the seasons come and go,

however, the canopy of leaves strikes more beautiful

in the Autumn.

And the best feeling

is a cozy one,

Certainly, I am uncertain about more things than I am certain.

But that does not mean there are no things of which I’m certain. 

Love is a river, its current flowing fast,

Its depths unknown, yet teeming with life that lasts.

Beneath the surface, secrets lie in wait,

shapeless noise, 

begging to be noticed, 

prying open the shutters and flying through empty space,

caresses each pond, composing ripples of all sizes,